Emily's POVI dropped the novel in my hand and squealed in excitement. I didn't know why but I always loved happy endings. Cuddling myself on my bed and replaying some of the major events in the book, I slowly began to see some similarities between myself and the female lead character. Although she was from a poor background and was a hundred times more hardworking than I, we had some things in common— firstly, she had a friend who was from a rich background and got all the attention —just like Janet—Secondly, her parents were controlling and overprotective, deciding what she'd become, who she'd end up marrying, what kind of clothes she'd wear—just like my parents. But could I actually follow her steps and get out of my depression? Could I possibly fall in love with a bad boy like she did, ignoring her parents warning and all that? I took a deep breath. It's been five days since my confrontation with Mathilda and ever since that night, she had refused to pick up my

EMILY'S POV "Where to?" I asked myself as I stood by the roadside, gripping the hands of my backpack anxiously. To my left was the goodbye signboard and to my right was... nothing but endless trees and an empty long road. I took in a deep breath and moved forward out of town. Normally, I wouldn't be so reckless but I was fed up with being locked up like a prisoner. I wanted to see things; to explore. After walking for about ten minutes, I began to see a few houses, most were farm buildings with noisy animals and cattle's grazing freely. The only day I had been at a farm was the day I was chosen by the Alpha, so my memories of farms weren't the best. Then, I heard a whistle from behind me and I turned around to see who it was. There were six of them under a shed; two boys and four girls. On the floor around them were empty bottles of alcohol and beer with a stale odour of cigars. The two guys looked between the age twenty

EMILY'S POV With a broad smile on my face, I snuck back into the compound, bribing Mrs. Fabian—the only security personnel who caught me sneaking in —with my cold donuts. Then, with her assitance, I climbed up the terrace and worked my way to my room's window. My bedroom lights were out which was quite relieving, so I got in quietly and was about saying a 'thank God' when the lights suddenly switched on and I turned around to see my elder sister, Jennifer. She was seated on my wisker chair with my phone on her lap. Her face was reddened with fury and her eyes glared in anger. "I can explain," I said sheepishly. Her angry eyes shifted from me and to the doorway. "I'm pretty sure Mum and Dad would be more than pleased to hear everything you have to say." "Just..." I began but was cut short as Jennifer rose from the chair, gave me one last dirty look before walking out. In annoyance, I threw my backpack on the chair an

Emily's PovTwo Weeks Later "No!" I said firmly as I rose from the chair in annoyance. "What are you talking about?" My mum asked. I was about saying something but I took my words back in as I realised the consequences of my actions. My troubled eyes wandered to Aunt Stephanie who looked almost as worried as I was. "Darling, why?" She asked, gently. I shook my head slowly. "I don't want to." "What!!" Mum exclaimed, rising from the chair furiously. Jennifer chuckled. "Here she goes again, tossing everything away even when she worked for nothing." I glared at Jennifer for a while, resisting the urge to tell her how I really felt about her. How much I wanted to sink my fist into her perfectly powdered face. A lot had happened in the past two weeks. Jennifer had really shown her true colors and had picked on me severally. To be honest, I was beginning to detest her. "Mum," I said, turning around to face her. "I don't want to be with Dexter." "What!!" Everyone exclaime

Emily's POV "Why are you grinning?" I looked up to see Sandra leaning on the other side of the kitchen counter with a questioning look on her face. I chuckled. "Am I?" "Yes you are and you have been carrying a merry face since you got back," She said. "Don't tell me that you are happy that the old lady's ill?" "No I'm not!" I crowed. "Then why are you all smiley?" She asked. I wanted to scream out in delight as the excitement brewing in me was too much for me to contain. I felt like yelling out the truth, the reason why I couldn't stop smiling like a moron. But I couldn't. If any other person heard about it, they'd literally kill me. Who'd believe that I'd get my first kiss from a stranger and not Dexter? A naughty smile came across her face as she asked. "Does it have to do with Adam?" "Shh, shh," I said, immediately covering her mouth with my palm. "Fine," She pushed my hand away