Emily POV
Seeing him like this, tears second my eyes and it doesn't take me long to shout an anger-filled scream.
"What the hell is wrong with you assholes?" The scream was accurate and honest. Full of anger and harvested from deep within my windpipe.
At this point, I hated everything Nathan had orchestrated behind my back, but that didn't change the fact that I loved him. I loved him so deeply that it hurt me to have these two animals bruise his face like a punching bag, it was cowardly to do so. More so between two burly men, and one of them quite fat.
"You're a couple of cowards both of you, you sons of..."
"Emily" Lana silenced me; if there was anyone here who didn't deserve my hateful words it was Blake, but in this state, I couldn't control my dedication.
With only intent, Blake's face flattens and he silently watches me a few paces away, looking sad, grief-stricken.
