Denial

ch. 45

The amount of rage and shock rushed like mad at the sight of my sanctuary nearly destroyed, as if there had been a massive storm that came through this room only. I look around to see that all the mirror had been bashed and dented in, the spotless wooden floor was now covered in sharp ends of the fallen glass.

'She can't do this!'

'I knew it!'

'He belongs to me!'

'I fucking hate that deceiving bitch!'

Curse words were being flown around as I let them fly by, I was way more upset about having my stuff vandalized, and by some raged barbie who believes she deserves it all; Especially him. I was soon approached by Stacey and a couple of other girls, as my eyes are burning holes in Kendall's back as she's walking around like a mad person trying to find something else to destroy.

"Scarlett, she's absolutely psycho. She came in whilst we were cleaning and started cursing and throwing things around. Who does the bitch think she is?!" Stacey exclaims, planting her pale hand atop of her forehead, looking around at the evident mess.

"I've got this. Just get ahold of Harry and let him know where we are" I mumble, rushing over to Kendall's slim figure, stopping here from grasping ahold of one of my trophies.

"What the hell?" I ask sternly, Kendall's distressed expression coming into view, a couple cuts evident on her hands and knees whilst her black sequences dress held tiny holes in them as well.

Her expression changed drastically at my presence, her finger soon pointed towards me and her eyes went wide. I looked around, cautious of my surroundings and making sure I had an escape incase this nutcase decides to thrash again.

"You" She repeats, inching closer and closer to me as she suddenly has me trapped in a small corner of the studio, that surprisingly hasn't been touched.

"What, what is this, why are you destroying my studio? I can easily have you thrown in jail for the rest of your pathetic life." I threaten with a shaky voice, the feeling of dread creeping in as to why she must be acting out this way towards me.

Her face, turns into an amused one as she lowly chuckles. The dread fully setting in as she soon seems like one of this insane people in those creepy movies, enticing my reflexes. I dash under and around her as I grab ahold of the nearest door handle.

"Don't you dare. I'm not done with you, Princess" The shrill voice sounding like a scratching chalkboard. I stop in my tracks, my hand tightening itself around the handle with pure annoyance.

"Funny really, I recall Princesses having to be classy, elegant, and precise. Your nothing but a worthless whore" She chuckles, brushing a strand of her short brown locks away from her face. I can feel my face entice with heat, as I swiftly turn fully in her direction and slap her across her spotless face.

"You don't know me, surely I see that you keep forgetting who your talking too. I will be the next Queen and I will do with you what I please and I can assure you that it'll be pure hell. I keep letting your shit pass but I won't be tolerating it any longer. Speak and tell me why the fuck you've come in here and trashed the place" I mumble, my hands balled up into fists resisting the urge to throw myself at her.

"You, your the problem. I don't know what he sees in you, your worthless really. Those horrid chubby cheeks, lanky hair, and don't get me started on your clear lack of exercise. I'm what he needs, a real woman who actually loves him, not some whore who doesn't respect a relationship" She bites back, pointing out my flaws to prove a point. She's good, can't really offend someone about flaws they already know about, clearly didn't put thought into it. What did catch me off guard, was her accusation.