11. Jessica

The ride to Devon's house is awfully quiet. Emma stares out of the window the entire time, headphones in her ears as the driver drives along. Though she looked calm on the outside, I could tell how tense she was coming along with me. The hands tightening on her jeans was a dead giveaway. I bit my already sore lips, letting out a sigh. Houses zip by us as the car drives along and my stomach twists painfully. I should not have done this, I repeat to myself over again... But, what was I supposed to do?

Bringing out my phone, I went to my email and read the last message that was sent, and my breath caught in my chest. 'My driver will come to pick you up,' it read. I can see my hands shaking and I quickly take deep breaths to calm myself. It has already happened, I might as well deal with it. It's already late and dark purple streaks are lining the evening sky.

We finally arrived at a residential area of some sort and there was a quick change in scenery. Huge homes lined the streets, all e