| emma’s pov |
“Ethan, please,” I pleaded, getting down on my knees. I was desperate for help. I had no one else to ask anymore. He was the only one left alive. I needed him to help me.
He pulled away from my grasp, scoffing. “I get it, Emma. Get up, we’re going on a f*****g adventure,” he said, confident, pulling me up harshly.
If I didn’t have any other choice, I wouldn’t come looking for him, honestly. His city was three hours away from mine. I was surprised my mom agreed to give me money. But then again, I think she’s afraid I’d run away if she doesn’t do what I want.
Which I surely wouldn’t do, of course.
He pushed me inside his sports car, without a care in the world if I got hurt by his violence. I could only shake my head and get inside anyway.
“Where are we going, Ethan?”
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