We walked inside the house to find Chris and some creepy dude in there.

“Make yourself at home. I'll be down in a few.” Jerald said as he grabbed my hand and roamed up stairs.

“Dry yourself and stay here.” Jerald’s voice was so dark and deeper and I had no choice but to nod. Or I can just go home.

“Can I go home?” I asked. He looked at me as if I'm his worst enemy. Like what I said wasn't music to his ears.

“No.” he said taking his wet T-shirt off. And left there in the room. Why? I want to know why!

Jerald paced around in...