Emma's POV
I sat on the floor, crying my eyes out. I had been kidnapped and almost raped, yet the boys stared at me coldly as if I meant nothing to them, despite everything we had shared. There was no empathy or compassion in their eyes. On second thought, why was I crying as if I were guilty of their accusations? I was the victim here, and I had done absolutely nothing wrong.
I wiped my tears with my hands, determined not to let Hailey see me crying or broken. I stood up from the floor and brushed myself off.
"Didn't you hear what they said? Get the hell out!" Hailey ordered through gritted teeth. I glared at her.
"Do you have a conscience?" I asked her.
She frowned. "What are you going on about? You were asked to leave, not blabber nonsense," she said angrily.
"I don't think you do
