EMILY'S POV -- “You don’t know me.” I shake my head in disbelief. “I want to know you,” he acts so calmly about it that it baffles me to my core. “And I want to leave, so it looks like we both aren’t getting what we want.” I stride past him, sitting down on the bed. I don’t know why, but it’s where I feel safest. “Why do you want to leave? I am gifting you shelter.” he sounds so confident, but it’s not a favor. It’s not a gift. It’s f*****g torture. “I didn’t ask for shelter, did I?”, “It’s a gift, people don’t ask for f*****g gifts.” he seethes. He dramatically rolls his eyes before turning to the dresser, “There are some clothes if you want to change.”, “What I want, is to leave.” Why does he keep on expecting me to stay? His jaw rolls as he slowly turns to look at me again, “An