Chapter 62: 62

EMILY'S POV.

Maybe it was disgust, maybe it was hatred, but I didn't want to see his face. I preferred the house with Lucas alone in it. How was I to deal with my hatred for him for three years. The few months I'd spent with him felt like years already.

Time went so slow. Seeing John, I actually wished he didn't return, and that Lucas didn't leave. Was he going to start torturing me again? Either way, I had to find a way to try to protect myself. Maybe having a laser on me would do.

There was no telling as to whether or not he wasn't going to go crazy again, and try to force me to sleep with him like he almost did that day in his office.

"No one is happy to hear he's around." Kaye said, and I ran a hand through my hair.

"Why would anyone be? He's a nutcase." I said, and tore my eyes off him, walking away from the balcony.

In my room, I dialed Dahlia's number, and threw open my wardrobe.