HAIDEN’S POV
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Gulping down my drink, I put the glass down and grab the pan on the drying rack as I follow Emily towards the door, and like a blissful breeze, I swung it through the air and it hit the back of her head. She fell to the floor immediately, hitting her head against the wall as she does and blood pools from her.
I stare blandly at it, and at her and shrug before I walk back to the kitchen and put the pan away.
Only when I return do I realize that she still hasn’t moved a muscle, and then panic slowly creeps up on me.
My ears start to ring as my heartbeat pounds in my ears, and then my chest starts to feel tight as it rises and falls faster and faster, but it’s the coat of sweat that causes me to feel caged in.
“Emily,” I inch closer while rubbing my fingers against my che
