"Em, don't you see what they are doing? They want all of us like this," she pushed herself off the bed walking over to Emily who was pacing the floor. She cut her off standing in her path. Emily's arms were folded across her chest and Paige gripped her biceps, "They want all of us secretive and sneaky. They want us hiding stuff from each other. If we don't tell each other everything it's going to keep being this way. "A" will keep pulling the strings and manipulating our lives. You were right before; we don't deserve to live like this. We haven't done anything!" Emily shook her head vigorously, "You haven't seen the things they can do; these bitches are crafty."
Paige was insulted and it showed on her face; she dropped her hands away from Emily's shoulders, "I distinctly remembering tango with them. I know what they are capable of and I'm still telling you that lying to me and hiding what is going on has to stop. I can't help you if you don't tell me." Emily's anger was erupting inside at Paige's relentlessness. Paige would not let this go and let the girls handle it. She wanted to push and push which Emily knew would eventually get her hurt like everyone else, "I never asked you for help! You decided to label yourself superwoman. I like strong women but I don't like women with a death wish!"
Paige raised her eye brows pushing them together angrily mocking Emily's outburst. Emily had no business trying to make decisions for her. Paige had the right to say when she had enough or when this got to be too much. Emily doesn't get to make that call or take that choice away from her. She walked over to the dresser by the door picking up her keys; she refused to bullied on this she was not giving in, "I'm sorry for giving a shit! But, I do. I'm in love with you and I care what happens to you. I'm not letting this go. We're going to find out who this is and that's all there is to say." Emily was too overcome with anger to stop her from leaving. She stood in the same spot watching Paige leave. She had her arms protectively folded across her chest, her leg propped out to the side, and her face was tight with anger. Paige exited the room and called to Emily from the hallway, "You guys are not the only ones A is attacking now. It's not fair to us to be collateral damage!" Emily listened to the sound of Paige's footsteps hurling down the stairs; moments later the front door squeaked opened and slammed shut.
The harshness of the slam sent vibrations throughout the house. The photos on Emily's wall shook and she rolled her eyes hitting the bed rail, pressing her lips together defeated by the situation. She stood there pondering over why the women in her life were being so difficult. She settled on the fact they were all menstruating and planted herself at the foot of the bed grabbing ahold of the rail with both hands. She took a deep breath in closing her eyes. She stood there a moment trying to calm her nerves enough to think of a plan.
Emily shook her head; she was overwhelmed at this point with all the crap. She ran her fingers over the top of her head through her hair. She felt alone; everything today seemed to be happening to her. She had no control over anything; her life was running amuck. Paige was running around like Zorro, Spencer was being all Wednesday Addams, and Aria with her own episode of the Maury show. What ever happened to good old fashion high school drama? Why was someone so obsessed with them that they would go to the extent of A?
The questioned remained unanswered. Emily was exhausted and so mentally worn out and overwhelmed that she didn't even both hypothesizing. She decided it was time to give herself 5 minutes before she wound up in the nut house. She exited out of the bedroom and crossed the hall to the bathroom.