"So... are you going to bring me to your place?" Well, I knew where you're taking me, but I asked anyway. And I know it's not in your place because your family also lives there and you're afraid that your mom might see us. A few months after I turned 16, you messaged me that you wanna meet me up somewhere. "I think we should find a place where both of us can talk privately." I bet you already have a list. The place was full of crappy motels, prostitutes, and bars. I was still full of hope that you'll take me somewhere else, far from here, far from this sin city. But I knew the reason why you wanted to meet up, and that is to, well, to take advantage of my innocence. But I was not innocent anymore. I knew what was going to happen. I knew exactly what you wanted to do with me. But I decided to meet you up anyway. I believe it was because of my raging hormones and my curiosity during that time. Hours passed and I woke up with your arms wrapped around me. The temperature was hot and cold at the same time. It's the opposite thing to feeling like home. It felt disgusting to wake up in a crappy motel with a person that you barely even know. You woke up minutes later, while I was already putting my clothes on. You said you'll take me to the cab station, but I answered with a no. You explained to me that it'll not be safe to walk to the station by myself because I'll be passing by a lot of perverted strangers and clubs. I just looked at you, smiled, walked out the door, and figured my way out the motel.