The youngest Davenport ( a kickin' it and lab rats crossover)

Chapter 19: Or else...

*three weeks later*

(Libby's P.O.V)

I'm finally allowed to go to school after three weeks of physical therapy and besides everyone has been extremely overprotective lately.

It's gotten so bad that when I picked up the phone to order a pizza, Bree took the phone and yelled at the guy for trying to ask what the address for the pizza is supposed to be delivered to. She said and I quote:
" Why do you need to know our address, so you can slit Libby's throat well I'm warning you if you come anywhere near Libby your going to regret it, Martha if that's even your real name."

The pizza guy replied by hanging up the phone in fear and the next day, there was a restraining order in the mail.

Seriously I'm not five. I can handle myself. Anyways, I'm so scared about going back to school. What if Martha is there and tries to kill me again?

Wait....what am I thinking? There's no way she would hurt me at school. There's security cameras everywhere.

I come downstairs wearing a black shirt, brown shorts with a black belt, and a black and white printed scarf. I also have black gladiator sandals to match. I still have my purple cast on, my nose has a bandage on it, and my cheek has a scar on it.

"Libby!!" Bree yells. "It's time to go, we're going to be late."

I rush down the stairs as Bree finished her sentence.

"Let go." I say nervously as we load up and go.

*time skip*

As I enter the school, some people stare at me like I have a big zit on my face.

"LIBBY!! You're alright." I hear someone yell.

I turn around and see Kim running towards me.

I just turn my back to her and put my books in my locker.

"Libby...I'm so happy your alright, I thought you were dead." Kim pants, trying to catch her breath.

"Yeah, I bet you wish I was dead." I mutter coldly.

"What are you talking about?" Kim asked.

"I'm talking about how you teamed up with Martha, Lily, and Ryan to try to kill me." I spat angrily at her.

"What, no!!" Kim yelled. "your my friend, I would never try to hurt you."

"Oh yeah...what were you doing in my basement." I accused.

"Saving you." Kim replied.

"Likely story." I say sarcastically.

"Now if you excuse me, I have to get to class." I say as I walk away to homeroom.

*time skip*

I sit in my seat and listen to the boring lecture while I take notes, when a piece of paper lands on my desk.

I unfold it and it reads: What happened, what's up with the scar, cast, and bandage on your nose?

I know exactly who it's from.

None of your business, now leave me alone.

I pass back the note and ignore him when he passes it back to me.

*after school*

I'm packing up my bag, when I find a small package in my locker addressed to me.

Strange. I think to myself as I walk home.

*at home*

I sit down and open up the package. After a minute, I drop the letter, dumbfounded.

Dearest Libby,

We have had enough of this!! You are a worthless little coward. You have just run away and hid from us. We tried to get you back countless times, but to no avail. And now we know your weakness. So here's the deal. Your 16th birthday is this Saturday. Meet us at the alley way on Park Avenue or else....

- an old friend

Inside the package was a CD. I inserted it inside the CD player and nearly sobbed my heart out at what I saw.

On the screen was Martha, and Dmitri. Behind them was Valerie chained to a chair.

"Here's the deal." Dmitri started. "Meet us at the alley way on Park Avenue on Friday at 11:00 pm or else this is what will happen.

Dmitri snapped his fingers and Martha placed her hand on Valerie's shoulder. Then, a shock of electricity emitted from her fingers and Valerie yelped in pain.

"Except on Friday, I'll have Martha shock her until her chip and brain are fried." Dmitri continued.

"And if you don't believe us, we'll send you the video clip." Dmitri continued.

"Oh yeah, and if you tell the Davenports, you will never see Valerie again." Dmitri threatened.

"Libby, don't-" Valerie tried to yell, but the video ended.

I dropped the remote in shock.

"Libby, what's wrong?" Bree asked.

I grabbed the letter and the CD and ran down to the lab without saying a word.

Once I was in my capsule, I cried myself to sleep.