Greta's POV
Demien left my room and I slumped on the bed. His words made my anger meaningless. I had only wanted to have fun but I never envisaged that it was going to turn out that way.
Derek's words had hit me like bricks. He had spoken to me in sarcasm since I came to the house but not once had his words affected me the way they did that night.
Dylan's anger had shaken me to the core but I had not expected him to s***k me like I was a child throwing tantrums and needed to be put in her place.
I had expected Demien to rebuke me in his gentle but firm way, but I had expected him to stand by me like always and cuddle me as I cried, but for him to express his disappointment and not try to comfort me at all made me feel very sad.
I crawled into my blanket, not bothering to remove t
