I never knew my dad, not until my mom passed away that is. She left me a few clues as to who he was and where I would find him. I followed her clues to Malibu, California. The city was huge, and I had next to no money. I found myself sleeping in an alley while I searched for him.
I met a man on the street, and he offered to buy me a warm meal that night. I agreed and followed him into a fancy hotel. There he bought me dinner and led me up to his hotel room to get cleaned up. At no time did I second guess any of his intentions. He looked like a dad himself; slightly balding, a button down and jeans with a pair of Nike's. After I was clean, he brought me onto the balcony. We were on the twenty second floor, and looking down made me nauseous. Then he came really close and tried to kiss me. I pushed at him and screamed. We struggled for a little while, before he finally grabbed my wrists, and threw me over the side. The most terrifying moments of my life.
