The new wonderland

Chapter 3

My arm felt like it was being ripped from it's socket as Scarlett dragged me through her house. We quickly passed by her kitchen where her mum, I guessed, was making dinner. As we passed by I shouted a quick hello to her. "Hello mrs mordant," just to have Scarlett drag my arm harder to the direction of her room.

"You can't talk, we have to get ready." Scarlett ordered as I began to shout a greeting to her younger sister. I laughed, I needed this, to take my mind of the stress of life. This is exactly the thing I need. We finally came to her door which was a beautiful shade of red with a sign hanging on nail which stated, "red's". She hadn't changed that in the 7 years we had been friends.

Soon enough she ushered my into her room, with the colour theme of red and black, sleek and modern. Nothing like my room. Scarlett just took a step back then and told me to spin as if was doll her mum had got her for Christmas and was thinking of which dress to put on it.

"Well first we need to give you a full wash," translation shower, "but your legs are waxed so your set for that, good girl for remembering." She looked like she was about to add something but stopped herself, "nope. I refuse to do more till you have a full wash." She was full business now, she said she wanted to be a designer to the stars, but I had no idea why she was even the littlest bit interested in psychology.

I asked her once why she joined and she told me that it was because she needed to understand the psychology of the star in order to design for them. I still think it's just cause her mum and dad made her have a plan B. The same reason that I took it, all I wanted to be was a lawyer, but mum and dad wanted the back up plan. I don't know what's wrong with being a lawyer, I honestly think they would have been happier if I said I wanted to be an actress or model.

I walked to the shower in her ensuite, it was huge enough for three human beings to fit in. It didn't faze me though my ensuite is just as big. It seemed everyone in Malibu was rich, I had I grew up here so the luxury of everything had never bothered me, but I knew that the kids that move here always look at it like a brand new world. Scarlett's family got their money all from her dad, he was a big shot lawyer at the best company in Malibu, which is why I was his favourite of Scarlett's friends.

However my position was a little different, my family's money came from both my mum and dad so we had twice the luxury as Scarlett's family. Not to mention I was an only child and Scarlett had one younger sister. My mum was an actress, sometimes she would come out crying and I'll rush over concerned to be told that she was practising for a funeral scene this season.

Dad was a famous director and his company was known internationally. Dad doesn't want us to move a lot so he goes on the international trips to finish his movies. As I reached the bathroom I began to strip as Scarlett turned shouting something about finding herself a show stopping outfit for the party. I quickly went into the water glad to feel hot water cascading down my back, I had been freezing for some unknown reason all day.

After I was sure that Scarlett would be happy with my 'full clean', I wrapped a silk bathrobe around me and wrapped my hair into a bun, keeping it clipped up with a brownish clip. Proceeding to Scarlett's bedroom just to be face with a room trashed by what looked like a cyclone of clothes. "Um..." I began to talk unsure I would say, only to be cut off as Scarlett came out holding two outfits in either hands with a murderous look in her eyes. "No, no, no, no!" She almost screamed the last part.

I quickly rushed up to Scarlett holding both her hands to her sides so she couldn't throw something. "Hey, calm down. I'll help you find something. Ok?" As I said these words her heavy breaths seem to slow down to easy breaths. I could tell she was having a "fashion attack" as she called it. I knew what it really was, an anxiety attack. I was the only one who knew, not even her mum or dad knew. "Okay, design for me." I smiled she had calmed down, sometimes after those attacks she couldn't bring herself to come back to reality.

I mused to myself before picking up a sparkly dark red singlet that slowly turned black, and a pair of short that were black and had studs placed on the pockets. I held my breath in anticipation at her approval, Scarlett was a true fashion goddess and she hardly approved of anything I chose.

"I have taught you well. It's perfect, sexy, but not trying to hard." The words coming out of her were shocking me more and more. I was still frozen as she ushered me to the window, that was open, taking about how I couldn't see her master creation. "Um. You realise that window is OPEN, and I'm in a BATHROBE." Using my hands to add more emphasis to my statement, only to have Scarlett brush it off with her own statement, "no one dares to look through MY window, you'll be fine."

Reluctantly I placed my elbows on the window sill looking out at the sunset gracing Malibu, even though Scarlett's view was nice I preferred my own. Suddenly I smelt the unusual smell of smoke, it was coming from the ground I looked to the ground and saw it. The flames looked tame almost, as the spelt 'ALICE' in big words. What?! I looked for the culprit, who was causally leaning against his motorbike, looking up at me. I immediately pulled my bathrobe around me shouting for Scarlett. "RED! RED! THIS DUDE JUST-" I didn't get to finish because Scarlett came within a matter of seconds.

But as soon as Scarlett took a look outside the flames disappeared but the guy had not. Had I just imagined the flames? It must have been it. But I was sure I smelt smoke. Scarlett took a bite out of the dude about going to jail for being a rapist, before he took off on his motorbike, leaving a huge motorbike track on Scarlett's beautiful lawn. "I'm going to sue the but of that guy." She muttered as she turned to me, placing a hand on my shoulder, "are you ok?" I gave a quick nod in reply as I paled. The flames weren't apart of imagination because there was charred grass spelling out alice. Who was he? And what did he want with me?

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