CHAPTER 14

Emily Tamara Jacobs.

I pushed the door open aggressively and got down from the car, a scowl permanently making its way to my face as I slammed the door shut in anger. I was upset. Scratch that, I was boiling. As I stormed towards the front door, I heard the door of the car open and close. And then hurrying footsteps behind.

“Emily!“ Crew called out. “What's wrong?“ He asked the same question he had been asking ever since I stormed out of the hospital room and told him to take me home. I was grateful it wasn't Sal that was pressuring me.

Not home. William Blakes’ mansion.

I scoffed at the mere thought of his name. God, I hated him! With a burning passion.

“Emily. What's wrong? Why the sudden rush home?“ Crew asked again, falling in step with me as I continued my journey into the house.

“This is not my home,” I muttered, pushing the door of the mansion open and storming towards the stairs.

Crew jumped in front of me, holding his hands up as he moved back slowly. “Woah, calm do