Lycanthropy; The Ascend (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 7; Unfriended

"Emily! Open the door." Leslie commanded, but Emily just sniffled in response. It has been a few minutes since they arrived home, but Emily hasn't said anything that would help their situation. 

"Is C-Chris there?" The weak voice finally asked from the other side of the door. Leslie glanced back at Zy questioningly, who was leaning by the stairs behind her. He shook his head, knowing he wasn't in the house after he checked the rooms, and continued to watch the scene as she turned back around.

"No. Why?" She heard a long blow of nose then a quiet click of the lock before the door opened slightly. Leslie waited for a few moments, but Emily didn't come out so she stepped in, afraid of what she might see. When she saw her, she was relieved, but nevertheless, the sight was still terrible; Emily sat on the closed toilet, tissue in her hand and several others in small mountains on the floor, her red face wet with tears and her brown hair messy. Leslie kneeled down in front of her to be able to look right into her face, and stayed silent, in hopes of Emily explaining herself without having to ask. "What happened?" She asked softly after a while when Emily wouldn't say anything.

"It's C-Chris... We were walking around town, and h-he began flirting with someone e-else." Leslie's head filled with rage; she knew this was going to happen, but so soon? "I p-pulled him aside and tried to t-talk to him about this, but he brushed it away and told me that we aren't t-together, 'so what would it m-matter?'." She burst out crying again and Leslie hugged her tightly. "Why would he do that? He was so sweet a-and... p-perfect, and now..? What ha-happened?" She sobbed in Leslie's arms, who tried very hard to control herself; to not crush Emily's smaller body with the rage that glowed deep red within her.

"I don't know. Where is he?" She asked after she calmed herself down enough to talk, holding her friend tightly and listing the horrible things she will do to that boy, in her head.

"I d-don't know, probably buying drinks for s-someone else.." She cried, and Leslie felt Emily's tears soaking her top and cringed. Pushing her away slowly, she looked deep into her friend's eyes.

"It's going to be okay. He's just a boy, you will get over it. Like your past 100 boyfriends." She said, forcing a small smile on her lips and Emily laughed, but that soon turned back into crying. She could be very dramatic sometimes, but she was her friend; she loved her for who she was and wouldn't change anything about her. Well... apart from her dramatic scenes, of course. Standing up, she walked out of the bathroom and closed the door to let her friend mourn a bit longer while she kills him.

"Leslie! Don't h-hurt him, okay?" Emily called out, and Leslie rolled her eyes.

"Of course I won't, I'll just... brush my fist against his ugly face several times. So he can feel the love." She smiled at Zy who still stood, his expression emotionless. They jumped down the stairs and barged outside into the cold. "Would you mind if I hurt your friend a little bit?" She asked, looking sideways to watch his face.

"Nah, he deserves it." He answered with a sly smile on the corner of his lips. 

"Good answer." She threw the door of the bar open, looking around swiftly and she felt her wolf take control as the scent of the cheater filled her nostrils and her eyes immediately found the culprit at the back of the bar, chatting to a lone girl. After a few long strides, she was standing between them, facing him with a threatening glint in her emerald eyes. 

"What do you want?" He asked, leaning back with a bored look. 

"Who do you think you are?!" She stepped closer, but he didn't flinch.

"Who do I think I am for doing what exactly?" He was playing, again. And his presence irritated Leslie all the more.

"Don't play stupid. Cheating is a new low. Even for you." She spat, a low growl in her voice.