WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Thirty Six | Checkmate

QOTD: PLOTTER OR PANSTER? 

2 Months Until Victoria's Death...

She was laying on the sofa when the knock on the door startled her. No one has been at her door in weeks, although it felt like years had passed by in Victoria's time. The last human being she saw after Samuel drifting off with Isabella was Salem, and that was short-lived. "Christina?" Color came back to her face as she saw Christina standing at her front porch with a bag in her hand, "What brings you here?" She lifted an eyebrow.

Christina was carrying her luggage on her shoulder, she was wearing a black jacket that looked ripped apart, and a basic white shirt underneath it. She wore Isabella's blue trousers that Victoria could notice anytime, because they're hers, and she looked like a complete mess. Victoria couldn't draw whether she got kicked out and was looking for shelter, or if this was some fucked up plan that they came up with to get on her good side. She couldn't help but think that Samuel had something to do with the fact that Christina is at her door right now, but a little bit of curiosity with a sip of boredom made Victoria open the door up wide for Christina. "I need to talk to you," Christina put her bag at the side of the door and made her way to the living room, which now looked nothing related to the word living. The vases were all broken, the alcohol reeked although Victoria didn't drink. The smell of cigarettes mixed with the scent of dirty dishes stung. It was a junkie's layer, not a house or a home. Christina tried hiding the disgust on her face, but Victoria caught her in the act, "Don't have anyone over," She justified, as if it is so normal to have a house look this chaotic if you don't have people coming over, "So," Victoria shot her a look, "What do you wanna talk about?"

"Samuel," Victoria's heartbeat quickened at the mention of his name. She kind of knew that Christina came to talk about Samuel, because well, nothing else combines the two of them together. "If you came to tell me you guys are back together, or that you want him back and are here to ask for my consent." She got up, "You got it, so you can go now." Victoria opened the door, but Christina stayed put, and before Victoria could get the words, Christina was crying. "He's with Isabella," She cried, "He didn't choose either of us, Victoria. He chose her." Victoria wanted to sit down next to Christina and comfort her, but her legs refused to move. She was glued to the floor and her consciousness slipped to the back of her mind, autopiloting this entire scene because she couldn't face it. She couldn't face the truth that Isabella, who was once nothing but her shadow, managed to steal not one, but two of the men she so dearly loved. "It's okay," Victoria said, holding back tears to be strong infront of Christina, "Fuck him anyways." She wanted to scream, wanted to open the door and put a bullet in his head, his and hers, but she couldn't. She knew she couldn't. She had a plan, and the plan had to work. "How could you say that?" Christina yelled. She got up and started throwing stuff around the house, releasing anger and chanting. How could you say that? To the walls, Victoria tried to go close and grab her, but she failed. Christina was swinging pieces of broken glass with her hand, and if Victoria took a step forward she could definitely lose an eye. "Enough!" Victoria screamed, her screams making Christina stand still like a statue. People didn't know this about Victoria, but she could scream — and I mean scream.

I believed this was one of the reasons no one dared getting close to her at school, because hell this girl has vocal cords. Christina came and sat next to Victoria and Victoria took her in. She let her cry and rant for hours, and I would be a liar if I could narrate what they talked about, because Victoria paid no attention to Christina's words.

As she cried, Victoria's smile grew wider. As she cried, Victoria's plan was going perfectly well. As she cried, Victoria won.

She could repeat the phrases, it's okay, and I know he's such an asshole for hours. She was a trained professional after dealing with the thousand guys Isabella called the one, but Victoria had her eyes on the prize, and the fact that Christina was crying on her shoulder here — means the prize is already on its way home.