Emery’s POV
I yawned and messed my hair in annoyance. My arm cast has been removed and I can now freely move my arm. As for the bruise on my right fist, it’s still visible but I’m wearing bandages to hide it.
I’m alone in the house. Tristan left with Terrence to work. Tiffany, I don’t know about that brat. My father-in-law and my witch of a mother-in-law aren't here either. They’re shopping and bored as hell!
I declined Terrence’s offer of giving me a job. I’m very confident that I don’t need his pity or whatever. I can get a job of my own and never will I ever let him intervene with my life. I will prove to dad that I can survive on my own. I can feed myself without anyone’s help.
“Argh!” I groaned again and sighed for the nth time today.
The boredom is killing me. I’m no
