"What!"
Lola placed her two hand on her small baby bump as if she was trying to shield it from unforeseen forces. All the while she never knew she was dealing with a psychopath who she once called a friend. She took four steps backwards, terrified that the maniac could pounce on her at any second.
"You are sick, Chelsea. You need help and I pray you get it fast. I do not know what you think I owe you or have done to you. But if you think I will let you hurt me or my child, then you are more delusional than I imagined."
"Hmmm..." Chelsea chuckled grimly. She was impressed to see Lola trembling before her.
"You think I'm delusional! Well...you may be right. I am delusional and I freaking love it!" Chelsea said out loud smacking her lips wickedly.
Lola pupil dilated at Chelsea abnormal behaviour. She could swear that Chelsea was high on methamphetamine. Her eyes shifted to the entrance door and Chelsea followed her gaze.
