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EMILY’S POV.
I hit the door severally, crying and wishing someone would just open it, and tell me Lucas had returned. Seeing him zapped with that Taser seemed to bring all my dreams crashing down.
My heart was blown off into a thousand pieces, and lay at my feet. I couldn’t pick or piece them together. It felt like my heart was not pumping blood, but pain. It hurt with each beat.
Finally, I was sinking down. I was sinking deep beneath the ocean of depression that I ought to have entered from the moment John broke up with me. Lucas had been the one to show up, and save me from it. He was gone, and I was finally left all alone—all alone to face John.
Already my palm had turned pink, but I still hit the door, hoping I’d disturb him enough for him to hear, even though I knew he wouldn
