Emily's POV -

I suck in a breath, my vision blurry as I hurry around my room, throwing clothes into a bag. All I can think about is Jake with his gun, the terror he bought me and everyone else in that club. . .

I locked my door to stop Tobias from getting in. There is no way I even want to look at him right now. . .

If I did, I'd probably slap him again.

"Asshole!" I yell frantically, chucking my clothes into the bag before zipping it up. I glance down at my clothes and grimace at the sight of me, I'm still wearing yesterday's outfit....