Emma got out of Ashley's grip, and slowly started walking backwards towards the stairs. "Why don't you just leave him alone, he doesn't want you/" she sneered.
"No you just got his mind jumbled like Mann did. He isn't thinking straight," she tried to convince herself, believing that he still wanted her that Emma was just in the way.
"No you're the one that's not thinking straight. He's loved me for years, even his sister told me."
She grew angrier, "You're lying!"
Notices that she's too close to the stairs, "No you don't," Ashley darted for Emma, grabbing her from behind so that she couldn't move.
"Let me go, you psycho," she hollered.
Ashley didn't like her calling her that. She was going to pay even worse now. No one hurts Ashley and gets away with it.
"Ashley, you're not thinking rationally," Emma said to her.
"But I am, with you gone; Craig will concentrate on me, and forget about you."
Emma wanted to yell out no, but she realized that wouldn't help her stay alive, it would only make Ashley even more mad. She had to think smart, and try to stall her as long as she could.
Craig sat at his home, looking at the clock. Emma was almost a half an hour late. This wasn't like her she was usually very punctual. The bad feeling was still aching in his stomach.
He decided to call her house to see id she was just running late, but nobody seemed to answer the phone. Either she was on her way or something was terribly wrong.
The feeling was just eking at him there was something defiantly wrong. He had to go find her; he couldn't sit here any longer.
