Elma's POV:
"You!" I pointed at him in disbelief.
Anthony, who walked out of the bedroom, quickly took off his t-shirt and tried putting it on "Hey." No matter my struggle, he succeeded in putting it on me.
"I told you to wear decent clothes."
"This isn't about you," I scoffed and walked towards the guy.
"Frank_Python?" was his user name.
He nodded and showed me his phone. "I was able to track your location here. I know it's creepy, but I am not a stalker, I swear," he explained, and I nodded.
Of course he could track my location because he was a tech guy or because he was sent by Bella.
I couldn't trust anyone; that's how broken I was. "Why did you come here?"
"Who are you?" Anthony walked to him.
"He is my date; now go put on some clothes."
"Your date?" He stared at me as if he had seen some ghost.
"Yes, you heard me right. Now go, please."
