"What are you doing here?!" I didn't even realize for a second that I was shouting after I blurted out the words, my hands gripping the edge of the towel wrapped around me as I backed against the wall.
"Calm down, sweetie." Bob, who was sitting across the bed with his legs crossed, tried to sooth me down. But rather his voice made me feel more uncomfortable. "I think you know who am I."
Yes, a fifty year old creep who was shamelessly sitting in a sixteen year old's room. "I- I do, and I also know that whatever you're here to do must be with Johnny, who's not at home right now." I stopped between my words as a question hit my head. "Wait, how did you even come inside?"
"How I came in? Well, I think that's only for me to know." He uncrossed his legs, shifting on his seat in a way that lea
