EMILY'S POV
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I was never afraid of him, and he might have caught me off guard a few times and throw me around like a balloon, but I was oblivious to how bad he had become. Whenever I see Haiden, I still see the boy I once loved, only with a heart ache that follows. I wanted him to be better. I wanted to believe that he wouldn't actually kill me, until he admitted to hitting me with a pan. I can't believe him, like my head is pounding and it's sensitive, but he just tells me not to overreact.
"I am leaving," I sneer as I turn, but he suddenly stands and it's like ice water is poured over my head. I freeze, staring at him baffled, "Are you sure you want to do that?" His daring tone makes a shiver shoot through my body. It's painful, and I hate it. Why did I think I can help him?
Why d
