How can someone take a life so easily,I wonder after driving for some time we finally arrive at a beautiful house near the beach,if I were with someone pleasant maybe I'd enjoy myself. It made me remember the trip we took to Malibu when Dad was still alive,when we were still a family.
The sun feels warm on my skin and he takes my hand in his opening the door and leading us up some stairs,strange that I don't see anybody at all but I'm too scared to ask , sometimes his nice and sometimes he loses his temper.
We enter what seems to be the master bedroom and he enters the bathroom leaving me standing there,so I walk to the belcony that overlooked the ocean and the beach taking a deep breath just to enjoy the view.
"Take off your clothes and get in the tub",he says as he walks out of the bathroom.
"What?",I ask ,I think I didn't hear him quite well.
"I don't like repeating myself dollface",he says and takes his shirt off.