Just as I was about to open the door to my dorm room, shielding my eyes from the sunlight streaking in through the windows my roommate had as always, left open, my eyes fell on the middle-aged man, sitting on my bed.
Closing the door, I placed my backpack on the chair with trembling hands and disbelief jarring me in place.
“What are you doing here? Who let you in? This is a girl’s dorm for Christ’s sake”, I seethed, clenching my teeth, trying not to curse off my “fiance”. But truly, I was petrified as he shot me one of his creepy smiles, eyeing me from head to toe like I was a piece of meat, and wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it.
“Now, now, dear! Is that any way to talk to your future husband?”, he cajoled, his voice sweet like poison, making my stomach turn as I took in his lump
