Emily POV
He says in the middle of an excellent move. Emotional blackmail was a sure thing; for anyone with a heart to be told that it was in your hands to see the person you loved suffer or not, was decisive to the point of seeming chilling.
But again, the moral battle raged within me. I didn't want to see him suffer, but ironically it was he who had caused all my suffering.
Was I supposed to be fair and let him die, or was I supposed to act like the empowered heroine who could be more than his pain?
Quick answer, I wanted neither role. I wanted my normal life, I wanted to be a girl with no problems or multi-million-dollar affairs that gave me this kind of headache. I needed someone to pinch me on the shoulder at any moment and tell me you know what? You've been dreaming silly girl.
You need the normal problems of a young adult, not these where everything was unraveling on whether or not to go to a stupid rich prom.
