"Bella, I need to go back, open the door" she said.
"Amy, why would have I locked it in the first place, if I wanted to let you go, right sweet pea?" she said with gentle eyes, and a smirk over her lips.
Not sure what to say, Amelia looked at Bella cluelessly.
"You know Amelia, you single handedly stole every important thing that I had."
"What?"
"Don't what me love, I'm immune to you innocent eyes." Bella said walking close to her now.
"You aren't making any sense," Amelia said.
"How will I make any sense to you Amy? You stole Marco from me when you entered high school. You had him wrapped around your little finger in a week. Tyler and Jack became closer to you and termed me as a bitch. You were the new Miss popular, and everyone love you. The status and attention I had, was now yours, and I couldn't do a thing about it Amelia. Not a thing."
Now stepping back from her face, Bella moved across the room, not moving her eyes off hers, even once.
"You were able to even get his attention in a second, while I tried all my life to get close to him," she said.
"Don't talk about Shawn like that," Amelia warned.
"Or what?" Bella said with a soft intimidating tone, which rather sounded like a tune.
"You were the one who used him to get to his brother, Ethan Whitman, tell me if I'm wrong Bella, Oh sorry you are the Bella Hilton, playing with people's like as if a game of monopoly." Amelia said with hatred evident in her voice.
"Wow, the girl can speak now, huh... who taught you that? Shawn? While he tried those nine moves on you in bed?" She said nastily.
"What do you think you are doing Bella? I won't think ill of him now, I know you and I know him." Amelia stated.
"That was quick," she said sarcastically.
"So you believe Shawn now, right?" She asked.
"Bella, I know that was the truth, he was drunk," Amelia said smiling at her.
"Amy, oh it is Lia right? Anyone can manipulate you, you know that, like this," she said clicking her fingers right in front of her eyes.
Amelia not blinking her eyes even once looked at her in the eyes, "And you made sure of that, didn't you FRIEND " she said stressing on the last word. "Actually, you know what, Tyler was right about you since the beginning, he would tell me to be careful of you."
"What good did that do to you huh?" She asked, "You are here, I'm here," She said singing.
"Why do you hate me so much Bella?" She asked.
"Dude, I had to stay in a mental asylum because of you," she said.
"What do you mean?" Amelia said raising her eyes from the ground.
"Where do you think I was all this time, huh?" She asked.
Amelia looked at her clueless.
"They put me there, not even asking me once, why I did that" she said.
"What did you do?" asked Amelia.
"I shot Marco" she said calmly.
"And that is so easy for you to say, wow" she said.
"You bitch, I did it because of you. He wanted to save your little ass from me, and wanted me to step back from your life."
"So you shot him?"
"I didn't intend to, but he was so in love with you. When in reality he wasn't ever in love with you" she said realising and looking at her, taking her eyes off the floor.
"You seem shocked Amy. But believe me when I say this, he never would have even noticed you if I wouldn't have had manipulated him into liking you" she said.
"You are insane," Amelia commented.
"Ah, proudly" she said taking a sigh of relief.
"You know, I remember, Nick? He was also manipulated into thinking 'you like him and he likes you'," she said singing the last part in a tune.
"Oh and that spiking of drinks, each time, remember? I was the one. Playing with you was so much fun Amy... oh ... I'm sorry I forgot it's Lia now" she said smiling wickedly.
"Oh but the first time I spiked it, I made Marco do it, you know, but then after that he refused to do it again. Then when I asked him to keep an eyes on you, he refused again. He wasn't of use to me then, so why not discard the excess baggage."
"Marco is your brother, didn't you feel bad doing it" she asked.
"Oh I did," she said scrunching her nose, " I shouldn't have missed him, and dad shouldn't have seen it. I wouldn't have to waste my time in that little room at the asylum then," she said in a tone making it look like she talked to herself.
After a minute of silence, Amelia and Bella looked at each other.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," Amelia said.
"Shut up, Lia" she said in an intimidating tone.
Besides why don't you sit for sometime, we've got some talking to do. Pointing at the armchair, she climbed the desk and crossed her legs sitting on top of it. Amelia wanted to take her phone, but it was far beyond her reach, on the desk behind Bella. Thinking of not making any stupid move, which would make her ma, she dropped the idea for the moment.
Little Mr. Cocoa as the name plate on his neck read, was giving Marco a hard time on his birthday. The poor guy was chasing him among the crowd, as he was way to fast being a golden retriever. Bumping into Shawn, he spilled the Martini on him.
"I'm sorry Shawn, take this" he said giving him a handkerchief. "Actually forget it, come help me find Mr. Cocoa" he said shaking his head.
Shawn looked at him, then back at his Tux. Dropping the act for a second, he decided to help the birthday boy. Mr. Cocoa went inside Marco's room, Marco and Shawn on their heels after them.
Picking him up from the ground, from the extreme left corner of his room, where his bed was, he looked at the open side drawer. He knew he couldn't just leave t open, he search inside it only to find, one important thing missing. The important thing missing.
"Shawn, we need to find Bella," he said with Mr. Cocoa still in his arms.
"Bella's here?" he asked. Marco hummed.
"Last I checked she was in a health center in Atlanta," Shawn said.
"Well the last time you checked was a week ago, she came in the two days back," he said.
"How?"
"Jet, dumb head, we are the Hiltons," Marco said.
"Screwhead, I know that" he said sarcastically, "I mean how did they let her go?"
"Oh they didn't, she ran away," he said.
"And why did you say we need to find her?"
"Shoot I forgot, she can shoot anyone" he said panicking.
"What?" Shawn chuckled making Marco stop in his track.
"She has my gun," he said calmly.
"Son of a Bitch," Shawn said before rushing out of the room.
The two of them stood in the lounge trying to fine Bella.
"Did you spot her?" Marco asked.
"Not yet," Shawn replied.
"Do you see Lia?" Shawn asked.
"Shoot, Bella and Amy missing isn't a good thing," he said panicking now, "Shawn, find her."
Connected on call, the two searched the crowd. Meeting at the other end, the two looked at each other, before climbing the stairs up.
"Where is Mr. Cocoa?" Shawn asked.
"Dude we are taking life and death here with a gun with a maniac, can we focus?" Marco said.
"It can't be that serious," he said.
"He almost killed me, two years back, remember?" He asked.
Bella scratched her long nails on the wooden table causing a high-pitched squeaking noise.
"You know Amy, I used to think I'm at fault that everyone is loving you so much, but now I realized you are nothing more than a little scared bitch." Taking the gun in her hand, from behind her top, she loaded it.
"I was ten when dad taught me how to use it, you know, for safety, and today, I'm so thankful to him for this" she said climbing down the desk on her pencil heels, and moving close to Amelia.
Placing the other end of the gun on her forehead she looked down on her, feeling elated to finally have an upper hand on her.
"Lia, you said, I was the one who used him to get to his brother right? Yes I did, you know why? Because Shawn never paid attention to me. He knew his brother liked me, and he would not even talk to me because of that, so I showed him his place...real classy move that was...My personal favourite" she said smiling.
"Bella," Amelia said raising her gaze at her, looking at her in the eye, "Screw you," she said.
Next the sound of gun shot was heard between the high pitched music. Shawn and Marco stopped in their tracks at the sound and rushed towards the direction before looking at each other.
Entering the study, the saw Amelia on top of a lying Bella, both fighting for dominance, as the gun lay on the other end of the table. Taking hold of the gun, Shawn moved behind Marco, who together separated the two girls from each other.
Before the four of them knew, an elderly man entered the study behind them.
"Stop it," was heard in the room, listening to which everyone had their heads turn towards the man. It was Mr. Hilton, their grandfather.
"What is going on here?" he asked looking at the two girls, who had hair worse than a nest now, and two guys, one of which held the gun in his hand.
"Bella, I asked you to stay away from all this" he said making her flinch.
The elderly man looked at the guys and eyed them to take Amelia away. They did as they were asked to do.