The call had come while Emily had been in the middle of butchering an unfortunate piece of embroidery. She had known even as she had been lying to herself saying that she was working on it, that all she was doing was destroying the piece of fabric. But she had been unable to stop herself, her anger needing an outlet. And destroying a piece of cloth had been a much safer option than destroying anything else in the apartment.
Then out of nowhere, her screen had lit up, the name Buttface Macbutt flashing on it. For a moment, Emily had stared, not really knowing who it was. She had looked at the screen, a dumb look on her face, and then the memory of her changing Derek's name to Buttface Macbutt had resurfaced.
