Emily: slashes the canvas That fucking bitch, I swear to God, she won't get away with this.
"Ayy, Emily, calm down with that paintbrush, you're gonna have a seizure or somethin'."
puts down the paintbrush and turns to face Stranger Calm down? How can I calm down when she's out there, spreading lies about me?
"I get it, Em, but you can't go around cutting canvases like that. You're better than this."
rolls her eyes and scoffs Better than this? Look at the mess I've made!
"Yeah, I see the mess, but what are you gonna do about it?"
grabs a pack of cigarettes and lights one, exhaling a cloud of smoke What am I gonna do? I'm gonna expose her for the lying, cheating bitch she is.
"And how exactly are you gonna do that, Em?"
takes out her phone and starts scrolling through messages I have evidence, messages, recordings.
"You've got proof? That's it, Em, you've got the goods on her. Show me!"
scrolls through her phone and shows Stranger the incriminating messages and recordings Here, listen to this.
"Holy shit, Em, she's fucked up big time. But what's your next move?"
puts her phone away and clenches her fists My next move is to confront her, right in front of everyone who knows her.
"Confronting her, huh? That's risky, Em. You sure you're ready for that kinda heat?"
takes a deep breath and nods I don't have a choice, Stranger.
"Alright, Em, if that's what you want. But remember, I'm here for you, no matter what."
smirks and claps her hands together Alright, Stranger, let's do this. We're gonna make sure she regrets ever crossing me.
"Hell yeah, Em! Let's turn the tables on that bitch!"
grabs her bag and heads towards the door Time to face the music, bitch. No more hiding, no more running.
"You're a real badass, Em. Let's go kick some ass!"
During Emily's confrontation with her wife, things escalate quickly. Her wife slaps her across the face, leaving a red mark.