Emily
Tim, that's the bastard who I had seen when I had exited my apartment. He was the one that made that horrific expression come over my face when I went back inside Adam's car. Was that bastard following me? I asked myself when I saw him.
“Emily?” his voice came out. “What are you doing here?”
“I live here with my mom and what might you be doing here?” I asked suspiciously.
“My house has burnt down and I am now living here. If you had still worked at the bookstore you would've known. You had left on such short notice that Zack is very furious with you.
“Oh, I am sorry to hear and I will talk to Zack soon,” I replied while faking a smile. I couldn't believe this. On the inside, I was experiencing a lot of mixed emotions.
Fear.
Disgust.
But fear is the most dominant of the two.
