Dear Best Friend// Olivia Rodrigo x Emily

XXII

Elizabeth looked up at her daughter. Her expression was unreadable. Then she smiled. Still confusing the girls on what was going on in her head. Emily was still standing by the door frame, not wanting to trigger the woman and Olivia eventually got off the bed, being a little closer to Emily. The mother, who was standing near the bathroom, finally spoke.

-You really think that that's the first step to me changing?, wondered the mother.

-Yes. I truly do. It shows that you want help., replied Olivia.

-So if I don't put the knife down, it means that I don't want help?, asked the mom.

-Yes. But you want help, right?, frowned the older brunette.

-Oh honey..., sighed Elizabeth looking down.

-You can change. You can try., continued Olivia.

-You KNOW that I can't! This is who I've become! And this is how I'll die and be remember! Now let me finish my job, I already wasted enough time with your bullshit!, yelled the mother as she started walking towards Olivia.

Emily, the dumbass that she is, she got in front of Olivia, ran towards Elizabeth, tackling her. The mother didn't have the time to react, the knife flying out of her grip as she landed on the floor. Emily turned her around, belly facing the ground and blocked her arms on her back. Olivia quickly walked up to the knife laying on the floor and grabbed it, in case her mother would actually try anything again.

-Let me go! Let me go right now!, yelled the defenseless mother.

-In your fucking dreams., replied Emily calmly.

Olivia had never seen Emily handling someone and being this calm. She would usually lose it and beat the up or something similar, but not right now. She was calm and in control of herself. She oddly felt proud of her girlfriend.

-Olivia, tell your friend to let me go! Right now!, screamed Elizabeth.

-First of all, it's girlfriend. Secondly, uhhhhhm no., replied the brunette.

-What did you say?, frowned the mother.

-You heard me., smiled Olivia looking down at her mother.

-Girlfriend? I always knew there was something fishy about your friendship. How dare you turn my daughter gay!, yelled the mom.

-I'm not gay, I'm bisexual. And I stopped being your daughter the second you went crazy on dad., replied the older brunette firmly as she gritted her teeth. 

-I don't care what you are! I forbid you to go out with her!, screamed the mother quite angrily, trying to get out of Emily's grip.

-Do you have any tape, Em?,asked Olivia.

-Uh, yeah, why?, frowned the younger brunette.

-Cause I want to shut her up., replied the other girl.

-Oh okay, well, in my third drawer from the nightstand. It might seem weird why I have it in my room without any context, but I used it for when I broke my old skateboard. Well I guess now that I have a new one, I could put it somewhere else now that I have my new board. Anyways., rambled Emily.

-You're a dork., smiled Olivia as she pecked Emily's lips, walking to the drawer.

-Don't fucking kiss her!, yelled the mother.

-Okay, this isn't going to hurt her but she'll shut up for a few seconds., informed Emily before she hit the mother's throat with the side of her hand, taking her breath away.

The mother coughed a few times, gasping for air until she finally managed to breath again.

-Talk shit again, and I'll hit harder next time., warned the older brunette.

Olivia found the tape and walked back to her mom, taking some tape and placing it on her mouth.

-Great, at least she's quiet now. Only need to find something to keep her still or tied up., said the brunette.

-I could tell you how to make handcuffs out of a belt?, suggested Emily.

-I don't even want to know how you know that., chuckled Olivia.

-Oh come on. Most people know that., pouted the younger girl.

-No, not really., replied the other brunette.

-Whatever. Grab one of my belts., sighed Emily, already knowing that Olivia will ask questions later.

-Okay okay., smiled Olivia, walking to Emily's closet and grabbing one her belts.

Emily was still blocking the mother's arms and body on the ground, the woman struggling and trying to get out of her grip.

-Okay, madam, teach me how., smirked the older brunette.

Emily rolled her eyes as she looked up and saw the smirk.

-Okay, so fold the belt, then put it through the thingy until the hole looks big enough for her wrists. Then go around the cuffs and back through that metal piece., said Emily watching her girlfriend.

-Like this?, asked the brunette.

-Yes, like that. Okay, hand them over., replied the younger girl.

Olivia did as told, giving Emily the belt. The brunette then put one hand after the other through the holes, tightening it by pulling the belt more through the metal piece. She then put one of the thin metal stick through one of the tiny belt holes. 

-Done., said Emily getting up, helping Elizabeth up as well.

-Now we lock her somewhere without windows until the cops show up., replied Olivia looking at her girlfriend.

-Go call them, I'll stay here with her., smiled Emily.

-You sure?, wondered the older girl.

-I promise., replied the other brunette still smiling softly, reassuring Olivia quite a bit.

There's no way that that was any easy to do or see for Olivia. Emily would definitely have a talk with her later to make sure that she's okay. She locked the door after Olivia walked out and sat on her bed with her phone, the mom still struggling on the floor. She then got a notification.

Anne_la_patate:

Hey, didn't see you at school today. Are you avoiding me or are you ill? XD

                                                                                                                                                                                   Me:

                                                                                                  No, no. I had to stay home. Things got crazy lol

Oh, okay. I missed you...

                                                                                                  You did? Anne, I need to tell you something.....

That it was a mistake to stop whatever we had? yes. it was.

  SEEN

Olivia knocked on the door as she received that message.

-Babe? Open up. I'm back., said the older girl.

-Okay!, replied Emily, putting her phone down on her nightstand, getting up to unlock the door.

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