Emmi: Feeling Bad

“I’m sorry. I must look like a spoilt bitch. Complaining over no freedom and trying to run away from a family who had never done anything like that to me.” He just made me realise I should be grateful.

“Don’t you dare! You deserved your freedom, Emmi, and you aren’t spoilt or a bitch. You may not have been beaten, burned, abandoned, or watched someone die, but your childhood still wasn’t a real one. So, you have as much right to hate it as we do ours.”

I wish it was true, but I feel awful. I lost my dad, that was all. Hardly anything compared to these guys. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Dante will be angry that he told me everything.

“So, Dean, tell me about him.” He looks at me and smiles.

“He’s just a guy. He was one of the people in the city who disagreed with my parents’ plan. He seemed so utterly shocked by it and always said he could never do that to his daughter. He would sneak me into his garage, just to hide out there away from the guys who followed me to report back