𝐷𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑀𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑂𝐹 𝑌𝑂𝑈 | 𝐽. 𝑃𝑂𝑂𝐿𝐸

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌-𝑂𝑁𝐸

Luna's POV.
The Motel 6
Largo, Maryland

We finally arrived at the Motel 6. I parked the car, brushed my hair back from my face, and turned to Lana with a hard look.

"I'm going in with you to get the necklace, and then I'm leaving," I stated sternly. "Understood?"

"But—" she began.

"Do you understand?" I cut her off, my voice harder this time.

With a shaky nod, Lana acknowledged, her eyes filling with tears again. Frustrated, I got out of the car and followed her to her motel room door, ready to end this once and for all.

She fumbled with the keys for a moment before unlocking the door and pushing it open. The room was dimly lit, a stark contrast to the bright anger burning within me. Lana hesitated at the entrance, but I brushed past her, my eyes scanning the room for the necklace.

"It's... it's in the drawer," Lana's voice was barely above a whisper, pointing to a small nightstand by the bed.

I strode over, pulling the drawer open with more force than necessary. There, among a clutter of personal items, lay the necklace. Its familiar shine under the dull light brought a mix of relief and renewed anger. I grabbed it, feeling its cool metal against my skin.

Without a word, I turned on my heel and headed for the door, the necklace clenched tightly in my hand. Lana's voice cracked as she called after me, "Luna, please—"

I raised my voice, frustration boiling over. "No, Lana! I told you, I'm not staying! I'm taking the necklace, and I'm leaving!" I shouted. "After this, you do not get to contact me. Do not follow me. Do not contact Jordan or anyone in my family. You are out of my life!" The intensity of my words echoed in the dimly lit motel room as Lana stood there, tears streaming down her face, realizing the gravity of the situation.

As I turned to leave, I saw Lana's expression morph from sadness and guilt to anger and malice, a transformation that sent a shiver of unease down my spine. Before I could react, she charged towards me, a burst of unexpected strength pushing me aside. I stumbled, my balance lost, and she slammed the door shut with a forceful swing. The momentum sent me crashing to the floor, my head making a sharp, painful contact with the ground.

"Lana! What the hell!" I shouted, standing up and pressing my hand to the back of my head.

"You're not leaving..." Lana scowled. "We're friends. Remember? Remember that? We were friends before Jordan got in the way."

"You're crazy, Lana! Fucking crazy!" I shouted, pushing her away with all my strength. "Stay away from me—forever!"

In response, Lana charged, her momentum crashing us both to the floor. We became entangled in a chaotic tussle, with me desperately trying to escape her grasp and Lana doing everything in her power to keep me there. Amid the struggle, fists flew and nails clawed, each of us driven by our own emotions.

As Lana pinned me down, my mind raced with panic. Her grip was tight, her determination terrifying. With a desperate twist of my body, I managed to slip from her grasp for a moment, heart pounding as I attempted to run. But Lana was quick, grabbing my shoulder and slamming me against the wall with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs.

The impact was dizzying. Again and again, she slammed me against the wall. Fear and desperation filled me, as she continued the pattern.

In a moment of clarity, I reached up with all the strength I could muster and scratched Lana's face. My nails dug deep, earning a scream of pain from her. The shock and agony of the scratch broke her concentration, loosening her grip on me just enough.

Taking advantage of her momentary weakness, I pushed her away with all the energy I had left. Lana stumbled back, clutching her face, her scream echoing in the small, confined space.

In a surge of adrenaline, I took a moment to catch my breath. The air hung heavy with tension as I confronted Lana. Without a second thought, I lunged towards her, pushing her forcefully against the wall. My hands, fueled by a mix of anger and fear, held her shoulders firmly as I replicated the actions she had done on me.

The room echoed with the harsh sound of Lana's body colliding with the wall, each impact a release of the pent-up frustration and anger. I didn't hold back; the intensity of the moment urged me to let out the overwhelming emotions that had built up. The roles were reversed, and for a moment, I felt a sense of satisfaction in making her feel the pain I had experienced.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" i shouted, holding her against the wall.

Lana scowled, somehow her strength returning as she shoved me off her, knocking me backwards into the dresser behind me.

My back slammed against the dresser with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs, the sharp pain momentarily paralyzing me. Lana's eyes blazed with an intensity I had never seen before, her voice slicing through the air like a knife.

"You took EVERYTHING from me!" she shrieked, her accusation echoing off the walls.

I struggled to regain my composure, the pain radiating from my back as I straightened up. "I took nothing from you, Lana! You did this to yourself!" I countered, my voice rising to match her intensity.

Lana lunged for me again, but this time I dodged her and ran for the door. For a moment I thought I was in the clear, that was until I heard the sound of a gun cocking that I froze in fear, glancing over my shoulder to see Lana pointing a gun at me.

"Lana...WAIT!"

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END OF CHAPTER TWENTY ONE.

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