There was a silence until Darby started to beat up Blade. Esma cupped her hands over her mouth. Clay came downstairs and shouted, "Cut it out!".
"You fools need to get your shit together and stop acting like monkeys! I'm so sick and tired of all of the arguing going on around here! This isn't a circus, so if that isn't your thing, I advise you to leave.".
Blade gave Darby a look. "I guess this is goodbye, since you're the elephant in the room.", Blade remarked. Darby punched him again. Blade pulled out a gun.
Esma yelped.
"Let me talk with the king of this shit hole. Is that too much of a problem? And I don't know what I did to set off the little princess over here. I just want to talk.".
"Fuck you! You abused Esma! And I'm not going to let you get away with it! You fucker! And on top of all of that bullshit, you cheated on her! You punched her stomach and made her bleed!", Darby yelled.
"I was never informed of this...", Clay muttered.
Esma turned her head slowly towards Darby. "Darby... How do you know those things? I-I never told you this stuff.", she asked.
Darby stammered then paused. "I... I looked in your diary. I'm sorry! I just-". She smacked him. "You what?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!", she screamed.
"I was only trying to protect you!". Esma sprinted off upstairs.
"Darby, Jesus Christ...", Clay sighed. "Alright. Whatever that was, I was told none of it. But anyways, what the hell do you want, Blade? Oh never mind! I know! Cordelia sent you here to kill me! Well you'll just have to tell her that her little plan, or whatever, flunked.", Clay casually said then walked upstairs.
"I have a gun, you stupid fucking kid.".
"And so do I.".
Upstairs:
Darby ran into Esma's room. She had a pillow on her face and she was sobbing. He sat down on her bed next to her. "Stop, Darby, seriously! Get out!", she shouted. "I-",
"Shut up! I don't want to hear it! You fucking nosey asshole! You couldn't just mind your own business?! I can't believe you!", Esma whimpered. "I only did it because I love you! Ok?! And I still do, it's just that-how am I supposed to break over the fact that you're in love with the fucking chef?!".
She stared at him. "What are you talking about?", Esma whispered then got up. He stood up in front of her. "You know what I'm talking about. Your journal. You mentioned my name. So the quote on quote man has to be him.", Darby stated. She backed up as he walked towards her.
"Darby... what the fuck? That-I-no. He-I wasn't talking about him. I don't...I was talking about you. I always have been. I just wanted to throw whoever was going to read it in the future catch off guard. I mentioned that it was you later on into my journal, if you even read that far! I really don't know why I even bother, I-",
"It was me?". "Yes, Darby. It was you. It... was...you.", she mumbled. "And it can still be. You just need to trust me-",
"How can I trust you when you snuck into my room and read through my journal?!", Esma snapped. "I just-I just want to fucking be with you, ok?!". Esma was pinned on the wall at this point. She leaned in and angrily whispered in his ear, "The best you can do to persuade me that you actually respect me and my feelings is by getting the hell out of my room.".
Downstairs:
"Oh, you're a slick little cheetah, aren't you? I put down my gun, you put down yours.", Blade offered. "Fuck you, I own this country, you can't tell me shit.", Clay scoffed. Blade shot the ceiling. "Put. Down. Your gun.", he demanded. Clay shot Blade in the stomach and he fell to the floor.
He walked down the staircase. "You're a weak little speck of dust, aren't you now? Losing to a 13 year old is pretty embarrassing, isn't it? I'm sure Cordelia is going to flip her shit when she finds out that you pitied over a child.".
"I never lose.", Blade whispered and grabbed Clay's ankle then dug his nails into it. Clay kicked him in the face and threw Blade's gun across the room. "Look's like you've lost. You should stop being so confident on yourself, you little culprit. I'd like to see you laying on top of a table with a pitchfork going between your legs to your skull, like a fucking kabob. That would be fun. Ooh! Maybe I could cut you up into little bits and get a huge fluffy cat to eat you! Or a huge dangerous Pitbull! This is going to be fun, isn't it? How would you like to die? I want some ideas.", Clay said, joyfully.
"You can rot in hell. You're a horrible king, I hope you know that. Killing me only because I flashed a gun at you-",
"No! You were hired from Cordelia to kill me!", Clay shouted then shot Blade's leg. He yelled. "Your head is next, asshole.". Someone knocked at the door. Clay opened it and saw Cordelia standing there, waving a gun at him. He shot her in the stomach. Clay then realized what he had done and dropped his gun. He fell to the floor with his hands on his face. That wasn't Cordelia.
It was Anastasia, waving at him, with a polite smile on her face.
Charlotte's room:
"There is shit going on in there. You can fucking here them arguing. Poor Esma. And there's gunshots downstairs... this whole mansion is fucked up.", Charlotte sighed.
"Got that right, sugar.".
"How's the wound? Is it healing well, unlike the yelling which is causing me a headache?", Charlotte chuckled. "I-I'm fine. I just wonder how Toby is taking all of this. I mean, he's in Adira's room, hanging out with her. He should be fine. Adira is a great person, I'm sure she can handle him.", Oliver responded. "Oh shit, court is tomorrow! We'll see if we can keep him!", Charlotte beamed with excitement.
They got up and went to go check on Toby. He ran up to them and hugged them. "Even if you guys don't get to keep me, I'll still keep you guys; in my heart. I love you both. I don't care if you're not my legal parents yet, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to stop loving you guys.", Toby said.
Charlotte and Oliver smiled then kissed each other. Adira put her hand on her heart and grinned, happily. "Thank you so much, Toby. You're the child that I could never have. I love you, too.", Charlotte whispered.