On the old man's birthday party, I was sent to sleep in the relatively isolated cottage on the estate. I had a nanny with me, but that woman was only there to find a rich baby daddy, so she went off to hook up with God knows who, leaving me alone.
While sleeping in the dark, in that strange cottage, I suddenly felt a presence loom over my bed. My heart hammered against my ribs, and I opened my eyes just a sliver.
It was Frank, standing there. The moonlight streaming through the window cast him in an eerie, silver glow, but it couldn't hide the murderous aura that seemed to radiate off him.
I held my breath, dared not move a muscle, pretending to be utterly asleep. He reeked, as if he had fallen into a vat of alcohol.
I lay there, small and terrified, but a defiant thought flickered in my head. I could outrun him if he tried anything.
