Emily's POV

“I hate this life.” I said to myself as I stopped by Zac's house to pick the rest of my stuff. “I'm heading for Zachary's apartment.” I said to the doorman, hoping he'd recognise me.

“Oh, yes I remember you. But Mr Zac is not at home.” He said.

“That's fine, he knows I'd be coming to grab my things.” I said, in a rush. I also tried to hide the fact that I was getting a little bit fidgety.

“I hope he didn't hurt you?” The man asked.

I was literally at the verge of screaming for him to just let me go, but I saw that...