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Ruby had been sure that she was on her own, and had been just about ready to hurl the jewelry box at Rob's face and hope for the best, when Emma appeared practically out of thin air. She couldn't say that she wasn't thankful, but the blonde did catch her off guard, and she found herself stumbling back to sit numbly on the edge of her bed as Emma's gun pressed into Rob's forehead. She had barely been able to keep up with the blows that the other girl had rained down on him, she had come tearing into the room as such a force, and Ruby's head was still a little fuzzy.

"E-Ems," she managed to get out, watching her best friend cocking the gun, and feeling her lips starting to tremble a little. He hadn't expected her either, and it was dark, they had both been drinking so much. He hadn't even realized what Emma was doing until he was staring down the barrel. And Ruby found that wanted her to do it, she did, and she could offer no protest to stop the other girl. What did it matter if he died? He was a piece of shit. She stood up on shaking legs, keeping the blanket pulled tight to cover herself, though it left little to the imagination.

"Do it," she said, swallowing thickly, practically feeling a dry click in her throat. "Fucking do it," she urged the other girl, and Rob sneered from where he was on the floor, blood already running from his nose where Emma had already smashed his face into the dresser. "You fucking little bitches," he spat, making a grab for Emma's arm, a last ditch effort.