“EMORY!” Sam yelled from the other side. “Open up. Please! Help me!”
Emory and Peter shared a look. Peter knew that Emory’s heart still belonged to Sam. He knew the only way to compete and prove himself worthy would be to play the game of support, and so with that, Peter pulled away.
He took a deep breath and opened the door. Sam stood there with broken eyes and a wounded heart.
“Em…,” he began as his eyes found Peter. “Get out. GET OUT, PETER!”
“Hey,” Emory said, stern ye