Amora's pov
I ignore Stefan as he continuously calls out to me.
"Are you going to start talking, or what, Amora?" Stefan asks as he gets into the car and holds my hands.
"Please just take me home, Stefan; I knew it was a terrible idea to come out here." I mutter and pull my hand away from his.
"At least tell me what exactly is going on; stop keeping me in the dark. Who's bullying you? What slutty pictures are you talking about? What is going on?" He asks with worry and concern written all over his face. Even if I want to tell him, it can't get out here.
"Like I said, Stefan, just take me home. I can't say anything out here, and I need some time alone.
Please just take me out of this place," I say, clenching my fist to stop the burning feeling in my eyes.
"Fine then, if you insist,"
