Maia scrambled to hide the phone inside her panties, pushing it it and pulling her hand out in just a nook of time before the door opened. In walked the dreaded person. Her father.
As tough and buff looking as ever, with the old man belly and a beard that hadn't been shaved for at least three weeks. The usual smirk, sickening and deviant, was plastered on his lips. His eyes fell onto her and she froze up completely, all the strength and bravery leaving her body.
It had been a while since she saw his face, but she would recognize him anywhere. The man that haunted her dreams and nightmares, the man that ruined her childhood and her life to this day. She was finally facing him after the battle of running away from him. How ironic life could be, it was almost as if it was laughing at her
