I'm gonna get you (Robert Downey Jr. fanfic)

- "The tables've turned"

*authors note: in this chapter swearings and strong language are used alot, excuse me for that*

Silence.

until the doorbell rang.

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I opened the door, smiling as I saw Emma holding two bags of what looked like food. "Everything girls need for a movie night!", she exclaimed, jumping in. I stepped back and looked in the hallway, only to see that Robert was pulling the shirt over his head because he's meeting up with an old friend. He kissed me goodbye and waved to Emma, making her roll her eyes. "Teachers these days..", she mumbled, closing the door.

I laughed and gestured her into the living room to the couch where probably most of the Dvds Robert owned were lying on the floor.

She plumped down on the couch with her bags, pulling out every little thing which was in it. Tissues, chocolate, chips, gummybears, cola, oreos, beer...beer? Oh, right. She doesn't know I'm pregnant.

We decided to watch titanic since we loved that movie, especially when I was a little kid and had a crush on Leonardo Dicaprio. Who wouldn't?

She handed me the beer, furrowing her brows as I pushed it back into her hand "I don't drink beer", and with that she stopped the movie and changed her position, her attention full on me.

"What do you mean? Why? I thought you love beer! ", I looked at the ceiling, as if answers were written on it.

Maybe it was a wrong decision not taking the beer, so the stupid questions wouldn't annoy me.

Well, it was Emma after all.

"Yeah,..I can- I don't want it now", she furrowed her brows even more, her mouth slightly gaped. She scooted closer to me, her hot breath on my face, making me rather nervous. "What do you mean?", she asked, whispering, as if there was someone else in the room who could've hear our conversation. I looked to the TV again, seeing Jacks face as he saved Rose from falling into the water. What did he thought when Rose fiancé asked him why he had time to take off his clothes? He was probably in the same situation as me now, searching for an acceptable explanation. But it was Emma after all, the first friend at my school, why shouldn't I tell her? What could possibly go wrong? "Emma..I-uh, i'm expecting", She smiled, waving her hand in an 'oh, yeah'- way "Yeah, I'm up for some pizza too, nice decision", I breathed out, slowly, my voice cracking as I started speaking again, so I had to cough "I'm expecting a baby", Her eyes widened as she scooted back, clutching her mouth. "No, no..you're kidding me..", I stood up to go in the kitchen, grabbing the photos from the refrigerator where they've been pinned. I plumped back down, almost stuffing the photos in her face. "I'm 3 months already", Suddenly she took the photos, shaking them like it was some kind of fan, looking at me with an angry expression. Ok, maybe it was wrong telling her that I am...she'll say that i'm too young, blah, blah, blah.

What she did instead, made me gasp. She tore the photos and stomped on them, her face red like some kind of strawberry. "No! You're lying!", I stood up, trying to calm her down by putting an arm around her, but she pushed me away, not so lightly. I crashed against the table, not hard, but it still hurted somehow. What was going on? "You bitch! You stole everything!", I furrowed my brows at her sudden yelling, thinking of the neighbours. I'm sure you could hear Emmas yelling from china.

She paced back and forth, wiping sweat from her forehead as if it was on a hot summerday. "What..Emma, calm down..why are you..like that?", I managed to say, more like whisper because I was scared again. For fucks sake, you would be scared to from a angry teenage girl who's stronger and taller than you. "Shut the fuck up! You're a fucking whore!", I sat down on the couch, raising my brows from confusion, disappointment that she was talking to me like a real whore or something.

Suddenly she ran towards me, stopping as I held my arms up in the air, saving me from her.

"You! You..ruined everything! My plans!", words couldn't describe how confused I was at that moment yet at the same time I was in the protective mode. Whatever was making her angry..it had to do something with me. And it didn't feel good at all.

"What..plans?", I, again, whispered, shaking my head slightly. "everything I wanted was torn apart by you! Just because you couldn't keep your legs closed! At the first day..fuck...he looked at you like he had seen an angel and you just sat there...DISGUSTED FROM HIM!! did he knew about that?! i watched every little scene you had in the school with him, how he touched your skin and how you stepped back, frightened! I saw everything though, you were already slowly opening your legs, you goddamn slut!", My mouth was slightly gaped, my hands were clutching my stomach out of shock. What, what in heavens name, was she saying there? I didn't know what was happening nor what the cause was for this all, I just sat there, listening to her 'plans'.

"The fucking date in the cafe..how he brought you home..how you disappeared at 3am...was that the night you opened your legs finally and let him in?! Was it, huh?! That thing with Lucy, huh, your own sister is replacing you for some goddamn worthless dollars! You think Susan...you think..are you really that stupid to think that Susan wants him back?! No, she doesn't! And you know why she did all of the things?! Because I fucking paid her! I paid her for fucking with you! When you were in the hospital..I told everyone that you're fucking around with a teacher..but I didn't tell him who he was!", I was looking at the floor, ashamed that I even could call this a friend. Everything what happened to me was Emmas influence. Everything I was scared off, everything at what I couldn't sleep at night..all emmas fault. "I FUCKING SAVED HIM BECAUSE I LOVE HIM AND YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME! I LOVED HIM FIRST!", Her yelling was unbearable and I was breaking out in tears, my shoulders shaking. "Yeah cry you bitch. When you blacked out...I wish you died", she whispered the last words, sending shivers down my spine.

my own friend wanted me to die?

I was sobbing from that point now.

How could a human being, looking nice from the outside, be so heartless, so cruel, yet so charming when you were in front of him?

What is making people be that way? Was it me being to nice?

I felt cramps in my stomach, my head spinning. The last thing I could do now was to deal with Emma.

I stood up, slapping her as hard as I could. "Get out. Take the fucking stuff you brought and get out. I don't want to see you anymore. Goodbye", suddenly her face softened and was replaced with shame, looking down she stepped back. "Zo..i didn't mean to...i'm-", "GET OUT I SAID!",

I pushed her to the door, throwing all the stuff I could hold at her, making her grunt from pain.

The door closed and I heard her sobbing, saying something like 'I'm sorry'.

Sweet nothings.

I felt my head spinning again, the cramps kicking in, my knees going weak. So with that I dialled Robert and he answered, his concerned voice making me soften up a bit.

"Zoey? Are you okay? How are you? Did you eat enough? Did you drink enough? Should I come home?",

My vision started to get blurry, my knees were going weaker and weaker, so I managed to mutter the last words out.

"Call an ambulance",

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it was quite hard to write like this, especially when emma always seemed like the good one..ugh ;-;