EMILY’S POV.

“What?” She asked, angrily, but I continued walking away. She didn’t deserve an explanation from me. It didn’t matter whatever she did. We’d ruin her before she even got a chance to talk or be listened to.

If I saw she was about to speak, I would stop her, then her secrets would be blown out, and she wouldn’t even be listened to.

I got to the corridor of my room, and saw John leaning against my door. He raised his head, and I gave a little sigh.

I walked towards him, and stood in front of him.

“Move. That’s my room.”

“I know.”

“Then move. I need...