Ruthanne Georgeson High

💎 •Bitch has a Will•

| ⚠: Chapter and the next contain mild swearing and abuse |

A few members of the crew dashed after her, of course. An right behind them. The last they saw of her was her getting into a glass elevator and watched as it shut before their eyes.

That left the best, next available route.

The staircase.

If they were fast enough, they should get to her and stop her on the level floor. They were on the third floor of the mall but with the throng of shoppers moving about, it won't be an easy feat.

They set off anyway.

It was a commotion.

They plunged into the mass of bodies, plowing and pushing their way through and muttering quick apologies. Frantic crowd darted here and there, parting a way for them.

They got to the second floor and An ran over to the railing, her short heels clicking off the terrazzo floor. Grabbing the metal bar, she spanned with her eyes the expanse of the floors beneath and spotted Ivie through the elevator doors, on the far left side of the building. "I see her," she called out to her co-workers. Some of them skipped over to her side to get a look too. "Go." she urged them on, shooing them away with her hand. She turned away from the rail and ran after them to where the floor's staircase was and descended the flight of stairs to the ground level. The elevator opened just as An got off the last step.

They've really pulled a crowd now and created a scene. People lined up against the railing on the second, third and fourth floors, squeezing into one and another and trying to get a glimpse of the drama going on on the ground level.

All activities in the mall had stop and faint murmurings filled the whole mall, mixing together and creating a buzz of words. A few loud ones filtered through the frenzy and floated to Ivie's ear as she strode towards the exit door.

"Is that Ivie Okoye?"

"Oh my God, it's her-"

"Who is she?-"

"What is she doing here?!"

"This is Liyana's Couture...celebrities frequent here!..."

"Iviee!"

Phones camera flashed and snapped.

An walked across the floor, from the right side of the mall, towards Ivie. She had slowed down and made her pace equaled Ivie's own.

They collided at the center.

Ivie tried to maneuver around An.

"Miss--Miss Okorie--please calm down--you-you just can't leave ma'am..." An kept cutting into Ivie's steps as she tried to grab her arm. "Miss!" she finally took a hold of Ivie's wrist.

Ivie whirled around, snatching her hand out of An's own with such an impact that had the short woman jumping back. "Leave. me. a. lone." She turned back on her heel and continued toward the exit.

An stood back, raising her hands up in a defeated and last attempt try. "Miss..."

"Leave her be," A voice boomed from behind An.

She turned to look at the Manager and back to Ivie again. She sighed and watched, alongside the Manager, as Ivie walked out of the mall.

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"Argh," she cried out in pain the moment she stepped onto the brick and sun-baked flooring outside the mall. She jumped and danced about, wiggling her toes in an attempt to cool the hotness but it was useless. The ground was on fire and might be peeling off her flesh the longer she continued to stand there. "Shit. shit," she cursed and stared down at her bare feet.

She was starting to feel the burning deep inside her flesh and could barely withstand it anymore. She looked behind her, at the door she just came out from and then at the fleet of cars stretching forever in the parking lot across from her. She shielded her eyes with a hand, raised her face skyward and damned the scorching sun. There's no way she's going back in there.

She numbed the pain under her soles and skipped across the open space in front of the mall to the car she'd come in, parked amidst the other cars.

She opened the backseat door and climbed in, getting wrapped by the chilly air coming from the air conditioning. She let out a breath of relief and lightly raised her feet off the car's floor to get some feeling back into them.

A suit-clad chauffeur turned to her, half-expectant and half-surprise.

Her voice was breathy. "Go..." where? Quilloxe bar? Haevens park? The Higgins place? "...home." She said and stared out of the window as the car started and began to pull out of the lot.

Of course, of all the places in the world and with her being a teen idol, she had nowhere to go. Not a friend to talk or hang out with, to really share stuff with or be there for her.

She silently hoped 'home' will be a little tolerable. Not wanting her mind to dwell on the different turns things could take, she decided to focus it on controlling her breathing instead, but her eyes were still red, even redder and her tensed muscles refused to relax.

It was possessing and she hated it. She does - the anger, and could swear on her life she does, but the bitch has a will of its own and wouldn't be appeased until sated with destruction.

She leaned back into the seat, resting her head against the headrest and closed her eyes for the rest of the ride home.

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