Emily POV
"Emily you have to give me an explanation, you've got me nervous up to the tips of my hair, what's going on here, why are you packing your things, what has Nathan done to you?" I sensed like the smart guy I was, but I wasn't about to give even testimony just now, not so few minutes after uncovering Pandora's box that had ended up destroying my illusions, just to preserve the little decency that was left: "That man has done something to you, something very bad, hasn't he?"
I don't see him, I don't speak to him, nor do I put any of my attention on him. I just concentrate on cramming my stuff inside the suitcase as tightly as possible, which ends up unsettling Blake even a little more.
"If you don't tell me anything, I'm going to call someone. Or even worse, I'm going to bust someone's chops."
A punch in the face to Nathan's face eh, not a bad idea.
