Emery’s POV
“And where do you think you are headed off to?” I heard from behind me. "Our party isn't over yet."
I had tried to run up the wall but at the sound of the gunshot, my whole body had not moved the way I wanted it to and I fell backwards onto my butt. I had rushed to get up and try to run up the wall again but the sound of the voice behind me had made me freeze up in shock.
I knew exactly who it was.
I had been hoping that the last time I would have had to meet the owner of the voice and hear his voice was last night but clearly things were never meant to work out in my favour so easily.
I refused to look behind me as that would have me facing reality. Even if I knew that my refusal would be futile, I needed to remain facing forward to keep the little hope that I had alive
