(Helena's POV)
"You know what? You're pretty..."
I gasped when I went out if the bathroom and saw Carl sitting on my bed. I held the small towel around my body even tighter and glared at him.
"What are you doing here? Get out of my room, NOW!" I shouted but he just laughed. God, I wish that I just joined the rest of the family to go to the Christmas eve mass instead of just staying behind.
Yes, Carl is my cousin, but he is a perverted sicko. He kept on making advances on me for the past week such as brushing his hand "accidentally" on my breast and legs. One time, it was midnight and he even cornered me on a deserted kitchen and demanded me to give him a hand job. Like what the f**k? The guy is really insane. It was a good thing that I am able to run.
"Candace is right, you're really
