Emily's POV
I didn’t even notice the rain soaking through my clothes or the mud sticking to my shoes. I just ran, crying, gasping for air, barely seeing the puddles in front of me.
Every step felt like fire in my legs, but it didn’t matter. I didn't even care about the fact that I had almost gotten hit by a car a couple of times. The pain in my legs couldn't be compared to the pain in my heart.
I just needed to get to the only place I could think of, the only place I felt safe, Wendy’s house. She was the one person who actually cared.
By the time I reached her door, my chest was heaving, my tears had blurred my vision, and my legs screamed at me to stop. I slammed my fists against the door.
“Who is it?” Wendy’s voice called from inside.
“Wendy! Please!” I
