Emery's POV
….“Freeman?“ I heard an all too familiar voice ask by the door. I hadn't locked it when I came in here. I turned to him, he had his arms in his pocket, while his body leaned on the door frame, I turned away and rested my chin back on my knee peak without saying a word. “Freeman really?“ he asked again, now walking fully into the bedroom. Making sure that he locked the door after him. At this point, I didn't give a s**t what he did or didn't. I couldn't care less
“You have a mental breakdown and the next person you call is Freeman?“ He seemed to be having a hard believing that I and his brother were that close. I had been going out frequently and hanging out with Freeman ever since our lives returned to normal but neither he nor Mom noticed cause they never really cared or pa
