I was visiting my aunt and uncle in North Carolina for a week. They raised me from when I was twelve years old until I moved out at 20, that was nine years ago and I usually try to get back home at least twice a year. My parents were killed in a car crash, being an only child, my life caved in around me and I was taken in by the only remaining family members. My aunt and uncle were not able to have children and they treated me very well, sending me to college and buying me everything I needed or wanted, I did not let it go to my head and respected what I was given. The morning after getting there I was out washing my car, getting the road grimes off after the long drive. I wore only shorts, soaking up the warmth of the summer sun. You like help? A voice nearby said. I heard and turned to see a beefy hot dark haired guy walking over from the neighbor’s house. You like help? The man asked in terribly broken English with a heavy Russian accent. Sure. I said tossing him a big soapy spon...
By Seth Cybertar