"I'm not going anywhere." Sol told her from the other side of the door with a sigh. "Open up, Em." Emily yelled at her to go away and she pressed her lips together in a firm line. Guess Dean would have to replace a door. If Sol had to break every door in his place today she would. Gripping the handle she grabbed and pulled, taking the door completely off it's frame.
Emily was in the bathtub, curled up in the fetal position, just like she had been back in the day. She picked her up and carried her into the middle of the living room. Emily was fighting her and she just held onto her tightly. Sol sat down on the ground with Emily practically in her lap. She was kicking and crying now but Sol still didn't let go.
Tears were welling up in Sol's eyes now but she wasn't going to break. She told her forcefully, "You wouldn't let me self-destruct. Now, it's my turn, I'm not going to let you do this Emily." She didn't get all of her friends back just so she could lose one of them again.