Emily's POV -
I suck in a breath, my vision blurry as I hurry around my room, throwing clothes into a bag. All I can think about is Jake with his g*n, the terror he bought me and everyone else in that club. . .
I's locked my door to stop Tobias from getting in. There is no way I even want to look at him right now. . .
If I did, I'd probably slap him again.
"Asshole!" I yell frantically, chucking my clothes into the bag before zipping it up. I glance down at my clothes and grimace at the sight of me, I'm still wearing yesterday's outfit. My makeup is smudged and my hair is rotten tangled mess.
I probably look like a crazy psycho right now, yelling to myself.
I glance around the room I've called mine for the past couple of months and a tear runs down my face as my eyes land on the pict
