His lips touched my earlobe as he spoke. The feeling made my body tingle. It was strange, but exciting. It was also terrifying. I was thirteen and his touch stirred emotions I’d never felt before. Repulsion and excitement coursed through my body. I pulled away from him.
“I’m fine, I can walk on my own”
His dead eyes came to life. They shone with amusement, excitement, lust! He was using my mum to get to me. He wanted something from me? What was it? What did I have that he wanted?