The night was quiet and deep just like Emaya’s slumber, however she could Hear the faint humming, laughing and inaudible sounds from time to time in her ear, breaking the peaceful silence.
Emaya’s long eyelashes slightly twitched as she slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the dark ceiling.
Mr Martin was probably drunk and being loud at this time, instead of sleeping and letting Emaya sleep.
Emaya yawned and sluggishly rubbed her eyes before she abruptly shot up as she realized the voices coming from the downstairs were not only her Step-father’s.
Emaya was wide awake, she took in some harsh breaths before hesitantly getting out of the bed.
Emaya was filled with bewilderment and trepidation, yet tried to stay calm as she gradually walked down the stairs, without making any noise
