Emery's pov
I walked back into my room, fuming like pressure pot that has been badly heated. I really wanted too let off some steam. I hate Alora. I hate her more than anything and really wanted her dead. My hatred knows no bounds and I just wish that she could just disappear or cease to exist.
“I really want her to just disappear. If I just had the authority, I can just kill her or make her die. That would be a great relief.” I said to myself and I grabbed my pillow and tore it into pieces. I was so frustrated that even after the pillow was already in pieces, I still picked up the pieces and tore it even more.
“You need to calm down, Emery. Making a fuss and transferring your aggression on that innocent pillow will not get you anywhere.” She claimed.
“But what am I supposed to do? I
