EMILY’S POV
Seeing how I broke into uncontrollable tears over something that ought to have caused me to simply bite my lip, and grunt in anger; I finally realized how much I was hurting.
I had been telling myself I was fine, and had pushed down my hurt by trying to encourage myself.
I wasn’t fine. No, not at all. I was hurt, and broken in the worst way. John had gotten to me after all. Everything about my life sucked. I just wanted to wake up, and realize it had all just been a horrible nightmare.
My tears streamed down my face hotly, and it seemed like they emitted steam that heated my whole face.
The maids looked puzzled, as they tried to console me.
They were probably wondering why I was crying so hard over papers.
I want to go home, I wish to leave. Damn, I hate John! I hate eve
