Barbie Transformation

So, I'm Angry at You.

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“Hunter, wait!” I shout at him, but he’s long gone before I realize the mess that’s been caused. There are three outcomes out of that conversation that might or might not be true:

1)    Hunter played me from the beginning, somehow got me to fall in love with him and then decided that I wasn’t worth his time. Maybe that was his plan all along? Maybe blackmailing him to do a favor for me wasn’t smart.

2)    Hunter actually does like me but is hiding it (extremely unlikely; did you see the way he was treating me?)

3)    It’s my fault that we split up. (Not.)

“Em, are you alright?” Zero asks, walking up to me with a concerned expression plastered on his face. Just seeing him lifts my spirit up. I nod and smile, “Yeah, I’m alright…”

“You were amazing,” He grins and wraps his arms around my waist, leans down and plants a gentle kiss on my lips. I grin contagiously, “Thank you.”

Before I can kiss Zero again, my brother walks up to me with a panicky, helpless look on his face, “Emmerson!”

My eyes go wide at his rigid composure, “What’s wrong?”

“Aunty Betty’s crying.” He says in horror, his hands tangling in his hair in distress. She’s here in Rivendale?

Fuck.

Carefully and quietly, I begin to take cautious steps backwards.

“No! You are not getting away with this! I just spent ten fucking minutes being strangled and suffocated.” Jasper states, exasperatedly and grasps my wrist, tugging me towards my aunty.

“Jasper! Let go of me! Don’t let her take me!” I whine and complain, trying to pull my arm back, but to no avail.

“Emmy!” The familiar, sweet voice shrieks.

“Aunty Betty!” I grin, with fake enthusiasm.

Don’t get the wrong idea, I like my aunty, but… When she’s upset, she literally uses people as her teddy bears and it’s just awful.

She engulfs me in a hug, my face mushing against her breasts. I groan in disgust and turn my head to the side of her chest. I can hear the vibrating of her chest as she weeps, “My poor, poor Emmy! I didn’t know! If I knew that that… man… had done those things to you… I would have drowned him in a bucket of paint! I’m so sorry!” She cries and pats my head hysterically, temporarily giving me a migraine. “Aun-aunty B-B-Betty, I-I can-n’t breeeeaath,” I gasp, trying to find air as her arms tighten around my shoulders.

“Let go of my favorite niece! You’ll suffocate her!” My Uncle Boris chuckles, causing my aunty to let go of me with a little whine. “Uncle Boris!” I shriek in delight and jump on him in a massive hug, relieved from my aunty. He cackles in laughter and hugs me tightly, “Emmerson!”