Chapter 258
WILLA
I froze with one foot inside the room and the other outside it. The door to my little closet was hanging open on broken hinges.
There was not a single stitch of clothing in it. Just the hangers, a few of them broken.
I looked at the floor. All my clothes were there, strewn all over the room. In my corner of the room actually. That was not the worst thing.
I walked over to the mess, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I bent, picked up a pair of jeans on top of the pile or what had been a pair of jeans.
It was ripped, shredded to pieces. I knelt down, dug through the pile of clothes.
They were all torn. Two minutes frantic searching through what had once been a collection of designer clothes, told me they had all been torn to pieces.
I let the last article of clothing, a pair of panties, that had still been in it's plastic wrapper when I left the room a few hours ago, slip through my fingers and drift to the floor.
Lisa and Carmen were sitting on Carmen's bed. They were talking in low whispers with their backs to me.
They hadn't looked my way once but they would have to be blind not to have seen my clothes littering the floor.
I jerked to my feet.
"What happened to my clothes?" I shouted.
They went on talking.
"Lisa! Carmen! What the hell happened to my clothes?" I shouted loud enough to be heard down the corridor.
They couldn't pretend not to hear me now.
Lisa and Carmen stopped talking. They exchanged a look, reluctantly turned to face me.
"What was that?" Lisa drawled.
I waved at the mess on the floor. I was close to tears but I held it in. I kept telling myself that they were just clothes but that wasn't working very well.
"Look!" I yelled. "Look at what happened to my clothes. All of them!"
Again that look passed between them. They finally took in the littered clothes.
"Oh that," Carmen said slowly.
"Are you just seeing them?" I said.
Carmen shrugged. Lisa did the same.
I could have punched them in the face. I made a fist to stop myself from doing it.
The shock was slowly wearing off. Anger- no rage- was replacing it.
"Who did this?" I said.
With that same annoying slowness Lisa looked at the ceiling, at the wall, at Carmen then at me before saying, "I don't know. Do you, Carmen?"
"Oh no. I don't," she said.
"You were in the room when I got in. I heard you talking about you not having classes today which means you probably never left this room. You've been here all day. No one else has the bloody keys!"
I fairly shrieked the last part.
"Well done, detective," Carmen said with a sneer.
Lisa's pierced brows drew down in a frown. "Are you trying to imply something? That maybe Lisa and I did this?"
Carmen barked out a laugh. "As if! Why would we bother with your stupid clothes anyway? They're worthless, probably bought at some godforsaken thrift shop at that backwoods pack you come from."
My vision blurred. I blinked. I didn't want them to see me cry. It was the reason why they had torn my clothes to pieces anyway, probably on Naomi's orders.
I kicked aside some of the tattered pieces of clothes and spotted a flash of pink.
"No," I heard myself groan. "No... no."
I picked up the scrap of pink material. My fingers traced the letter W I had stitched there.
Pink scraps, scattered here and there were all that remained of the sweater my father had bought for me a few weeks before his death even with the threat from Asher's rogue pack hanging over his head.
'I saw it in a shop window while driving past and I thought of you,' I remembered him saying with a smile as he handed the shopping bag containing the sweater to me.
It had become my comfort sweater. Something I wore often to feel close to him again on days when I missed him so bad it hurt.
Now it had been ripped to pieces. I held the cloth to my face and cried.
Carmen and Lisa giggled. They said something else I couldn't hear over the sound of my own sobs.
Just then I heard the door open. My head jerked up.
Naomi and Lucian, entered the room. They were holding hands. Naomi was talking.
She stopped, took in the scene. She didn't exactly smile but one look at her and you could tell she was pleased as hell. I wanted to hurt her like I had done at the cheerleading audition.
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