Queen of Terror

Chap. 16

"I'm sick and tired of you placing your problems on me!" Lila was saying. I turned to the other side to see a woman with her back against the wall. I couldn't quite tell if she was angry or upset; perhaps both. "You choose to do these things. It's always your decision!" Lila grabbed ahold of a glass cup sitting on the table beside her. I noticed there were pieces of glass on the floor, and Lila's right arm seemed to be bleeding a little as she was trying to cover it. "But then, whenever things go wrong, you always come to me, expecting me to fix it for you. Don't you get it, Laura?! I don't like it when you come to me. For the last time, we are not friends!"

My eyes budged out with surprise, hearing the name fall out of Lila's mouth. Laura. I turned and looked over at the woman who looked to be in her early twenties. She was probably about 22, or something like that. So, this is what she looked like; tall, brunette, brown eyes. She knew who Lila was and Lila knew her. Now that I really thought about it, Laura did sort of look like Clara in some way. I turned my attention back to Lila, who still looked pissed off. She swung her arm, which was holding unto the glass cup she had picked up; she threw the glass cup towards Laura and at first I was about to scream, but then I realized that Lila had thrown it so it wouldn't hit her.

"I don't care about your stupid Bridgette story. I don't want to help you look for her!" Lila gave her one last glare before she turned around to look at the door. At first, I thought she was looking at me, but then I realized she was just looking past me to the door behind me. "Just leave, Laura. I don't want to see you here. Every single time I help, I never get anything in return. All you give me is more work, more problems, and I'm seriously so tired of it now. Your problems aren't mine, Laura. They never were. They never will be!"

Laura gave her another pleading look, but Lila was obviously not having it. Telling from these broken glasses and Lila's bleeding arm, I was positive these girls had had a fight. Laura looked at her one more time, before she turned and started heading for the door. Although I knew she couldn't touch me, I still moved to make way for her. I looked at Lila once more and seeing that she was busy bandaging up her arm, I decided to take my leave as well. I took note of every inch of the house, although that didn't really matter anyway. I opened the front door and walked out. Then I turned and looked over at the address number. 94. I started walking away from the house, looking around the streets. A car zoomed by. Then another. And another. I then finally came across what I was looking for; the street name of where Lila lived.

After getting the information I needed, I started fading off as usual, and while I did, I shut my eyes. Reopening my eyes, I found myself back in my room with the others staring at me. I didn't even waste time at all; as soon as I saw their faces, I told them the address. We decided the girls should go this time, so Alya, Chloe and I got ready to leave. We put Nino and Adrien in charge, you know, just to keep the party going and make sure nothing bad happened. We also told them to inform the bodyguards if they ever needed help. There were so many people in the palace though, so I doubt Bridgette would want to attack right of this moment. We girls took my limo, with Louis driving, and I instantly told Louis where we were going. It was going to be a long drive, I could tell, because the address I'd picked up didn't sound like it was around here. Nevertheless, Louis knew exactly which directions to take to get us there.

After what seemed to be about 20 minutes, Louis finally informed us that we had entered the street. I reminded him that we were looking for address 94, so the four of us started looking. "Oh, oh, slow down," Chloe said after a while. "We just passed 90. It should be around here."

"There!" I pointed at the house. It was just exactly the same house I had seen, so I knew we were in the right place. Louis parked the limo in front of the house, and we started walking out of it. I took the lead and walked up to the door. After trying the doorknob and realizing it was locked, which honestly didn't come off as a shock, I tried the doorbell. It didn't take long before the door started to open; I backed away while it did, and when it was full opened, Lila peeked her head out. She gasped a little to see us, and then suddenly changed her face into a much angrier one. "Listen, Lila," I started before she could even start cursing at us, "we come in peace." I was wondering whether to tell her about the celebration, or not, but before I could stop myself, the words slipped out. "We're having a party and thought to invite you."

Lila raised her eyebrows, and I could tell she obviously didn't believe my words. "You came to invite me?" She scoffed. "You drove all the way over here to invite me to some stupid party, and for what? To mock me? Call me a loser? 'Oh look, it's Lila, the one who failed at everything she worked so hard on. Oh, it's Lila, the girl who lied her way through situations but later on got everyone to hate her.' You want me to walk out there as if nothing ever happened, as if we never had beef with each other. You can't just do that!" She started heading back inside the house, but I quickly grabbed ahold of her arm, pulling her forward.

"You don't understand! I know we had beef, but it doesn't have to be this way anymore. We don't have to hate each other, Lila."

"I don't have to hate you," she spoke. "I just choose to!"

I gulped, knowing there was no other way, but I still help on to her arm as if my life depended on it. "Right, you're still hung up by all those stupid high-school memories. I'm over here trying to forget, but you with your stupid brain just can't seem to let go of your anger. I bet you've been staying in this house all alone because you don't want to let anyone in. You're not having such an amazing life as you had wanted to, but Lila, you can still change that. You're still young; there's still a lot of time to change that ugly personality of yours." Then I said something I never meant to mention. "I bet no one besides Laura has ever stepped inside this place."

Lila froze at those words, and when I let go of her arm, she didn't try to get back inside and close the door on us. Instead, she gave me such a stern, serious look. "How do you know Laura?"

I hid a grinning smirk as I faced her once again. "Why do you care whether I know Laura or not? I'm trying to make a point here. By the way," knowing that this was the only way to make Lila interested and have a higher chance of following us, I decided to take that chance, "what she said about Bridgette. . . she wasn't lying about that. There's a sick psycho out there, hunting for human blood and will only be satisfied when she gets what she wants. I have no idea what she does want yet, and that's what I'm trying to figure out." I turned to the other girls. "That's what we're all trying to figure out. Now, stop acting like a know-it-all and get your butt out here! We're not trying to trick you or mock you or remind you of all these stupid memories. We're trying to save you! If the roles were switched, you would never be kind enough to do this, but look at us here. Yes, we drove for minutes just to get here and not only give you a warning, but to get you to a safe place. Stop acting so cowardly and stupid just because things didn't go your way! Stop acting as if nothing else matters anymore, because let's face it, Lila. . . you're the one who attacked us first when you moved to our school. You're at fault, and yet you think you have the audacity to be mad at us!"

Lila let out a low growl, but she didn't say anything for a few seconds. She reached inside her pocket and took out a key, then stepped out of her house, before she locked the door. "Well then," She turned back around. "Why don't you lead the way, Queen Marinette?!"