#Chapter85
Go away, Jake.
I silently pray.
/"Emma, open the door … For the love of god./" He returns, his voice calmer, yet still booming through at me.
/"Someone’s at the door, Jake …/"
Go answer it and leave me alone to freak out. Leave me to calm down and stop shaking like a leaf.
I’m trying to sound cold and cool, but I’m petrified.
/"I don’t give a fuck, now open the door … Why are you hiding?/" he’s exasperated, hurt.
Why am I hiding? Because I’m scared … The overwhelming realization of what I’ve just done is drowning me. Jake’s anger and aggression are scaring me. I’m suffocating, and I can’t think straight. I can’t look at him … How could I? I’ve just seen every part of him naked and let him do things to me; intimate things … Pleasurable things!
