EMILY'S POV
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Waking up in the room I've been sleeping in for weeks isn't what baffles me, but rather the person sitting beside the bed, a blanket draped over him. I carefully roll over to the other side, continuing to look at him. He makes my heart race, but not in the in-love kind of way, no. He makes me fear for my life, something I never used to do when I was around him. He could assault me all he wanted, because I am strong, I had to become strong in the last years of high school because of him.
The only real question I have, is why the hell is he in here? I'm sure it's to keep an eye on me, to make sure I don't run again. I gently climb off the bed, and tip-toe to the door, but when I look back, he's staring at me, his eyes narrowed on me, his head upright and he has a tired expr
