“That’s exactly why I brought you here.”
I began to feel uneasy. A few minutes later, we arrived at an old wooden bench. My father stopped. He looked around. Then
he turned toward me. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand.
“Finally, we’re alone.”
I stared at him in surprise.
“What’s going on?”
He looked directly into my eyes.
“Emily, come here. Let me kiss you.”
I instinctively pulled away.
“Dad, why are you talking like that?”
He took a step closer.
“Because I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time.”
I felt my heart begin to race.
“What are you trying to say?”
My father placed his hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.”
I immediately pushed his hand away.
“Dad, please don’t come any closer.”
His expression changed.
“Emily, you’ve misunderstood me.”
“Then explain!”