Split

Prove It

When Demi starts to clam down Emma slowly lets her go, making sure she'll still be standing when she does. Demi looks down at the floor, afraid to make eye contact again.

"Can you do that? Can you fight for what you want?" Emma asks softly.

Demi sighs and shakes her head slightly.

"I...I can't. I can't control what Rhea does." She whispers.

Emma feels tears stinging the back of her eyes again. Only this time she's not just heartbroken, she's angry. She understands how hard it must be for Demi to deal with this. But is it fair for Demi to not even try to mend the situation?

"Then I think we're done with...whatever this is between us. I think it's best we keep it professional from now on." Emma says.

Demi looks up and shakes her head at her.

"No..Emma don't.." she says.

"I'm sorry Demi." Emma says before leaving the room.

She ignores the sound of Demi swiping the things off her vanity and continues down the hall. She keeps walking past Damian when he tries to stop and ask her what happened. She ignores everyone as she leaves the building and makes her way to the hotel.

When she gets there she crawls into bed and stares at the wall for a few minutes. After being with Demi all week, the bed feels empty. How can someone she only just got to know already make her feel like a part of her is missing?

Sighing, Emma turns the TV on and, of course, Dragon Ball Z is on. She groans and turns the TV back off before going to sleep.

*Two days later*

It's Monday night. Emma is dreading it. Inevitably, she has to see Rhea tonight. She just hopes she doesn't have to see Demi too. Somehow Demi got ahold of her phone number, probably from management somehow, and has been texting her since that night.

Demi: It's Demi, please can we talk?

Demi: please Emma..?

Demi: I'm sorry just say something please.

Emma couldn't ever bring herself to respond. She doesn't want to open that door again. Though tonight is going to be rough. She just knows a confrontation with Rhea is imminent. Like Damian said, she became the very thing Rhea was trying to protect Demi from. But what she'll tell Rhea when the time comes is that Rhea is ultimately responsible for making her that way.

Walking into the event center is nerve wracking. She puts her things in a locker and grabs her usual clipboard from Triple H. Beginning her rounds, Emma walks the halls and starts ticking off names. Seth Rollins, Cody Rhodes, etc. She's in the hallway looking down at her clipboard trying to figure out who is left when she's suddenly yanked into a dressing room.

Emma gasps and spins as the door shuts, finding Rhea standing there. She knows it's Rhea because Demi wouldn't yank her around like that, and she's fully dressed in gear and wearing her makeup.

The one thing that's different though is she doesn't look angry. She doesn't look disgusted or hateful. She looks sorrow. Sad. Like she hasn't slept in days. Emma sighs and ticks off her name before looking back up.

"Whatever you want to say to me just save it. You did this to her Rhea, not me." Emma says before starting for the door.

Rhea moves to block her path.

"Come back to her Emma." Rhea says.

Emma stops and frowns. Rhea runs her hand over her slicked back hair and sighs. She's uncomfortable.