"You're not seriously seeing that woman again?"

I shrug my shoulders and look at Susan lounging on her bed. "I have to! You know me, Su! You're probably aware how much guilt is eating me up right now."

"That's your problem," Susan scoffs. "You're too nice." She shakes her head and opens up a magazine, declaring the discussion over.

"Pray tell, how am I too nice?"

She sets down the magazine, clearly irritated, and glares at me. "You bought a lady you don't even know new shoes."

"'Cause I ruined her other ones!" I exclaim. "Su, I'm just using common courtesy.

"Again, you don't know her."

I pause before I say something and lean on my right hip. "No, I don't know her...Do you?" She raises her eyebrows at the sudden turn of tables.

"O-Of course not," she stammers. "What could possibly make you think I do?"

"Oh, come on! Well, when you saw her, it looked like your eyes were about to pop right out of your head!"

Susan sits up and throws her legs over the edge of the bed. "That's because...because she had very pretty eyes..."

I bite the inside of my cheek and cross my arms. "I've known you long enough to know when you're lying. Just tell me truthfully , do you know her?"

"She looks familiar, alright! Is that what you want to hear?"

I put on my coat and pick up my bag in the corner. "Why can't you just say it?" I whisper as I open her bedroom door. "There's nothing to be ashamed of." She opens her mouth to say something but ends up just staring at me. "You know you can talk to me about anything, Su."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she murmurs. All of a sudden, she shoves me out of her room and slams the door behind me. I stand there for a while, just looking at her door. Anger replaces all the pity I previously felt for her and I kick the wood.

"FORGET IT!" I scream. "I don't blame you for trying to get over Narnia! You know what, I wouldn't be surprised if the whole place forgot about you too. With Lilliandil as queen, who would want you?" I turn around and stomp down the stairs. Behind me, I hear the muffled sounds of Susan sobbing. 'Whatever, she deserves it.'

A door opens and I hear Edmund and Peter come out. "Blimey," Edmund gasps. "You were right! It was Lynn shouting! God, look at her; she's fuming!"

"What's going on?" Peter calls out to me. I twist the knob of their front door and put on my shoes.

"Nothing," I pout. "Don't mind it"

"Lynn? Lynn, what hap-" I close the door and begin my walk to town.

"Ah," Petunia says as I open the door of the cafe. She sits in the table Susan and I sat at yesterday with a mug placed in front of her. "You showed up."

"Sorry I'm late," I grumble. "I had to..."

"Get rid of your friend?" I slowly nod and she laughs a little. "I see...Well, I'm surprised you even came."

"Yeah, back at you." I reach into my bag and slam a shoebox on the table. "Here, I tried to find some shoes similar to the ones..."

"That you ruined," she finishes. She lifts the lid and looks at the shoes, nodding approvingly. "They're very lovely. Thank you."

"You're welcome," I huff. "Now, about the necklace..."

"Yes, about the necklace. How did your fiance get their filthy hands on it?"

Her words irk me and I become defensive. "Excuse me? Filthy? If I were you, I wouldn't even dare to mention Liam. Listen lady, I don't know what the hell you think Liam did but I sure as hell know he-"

"He stole that necklace from Lord Christiano! There's no other excuse as to why you'd have it!"

"Maybe Liam bought it at the same place this Christiano did."

Her expression comes out offended and she smacks her hand on her table. "That's impossible! It was a hand crafted present from my husband! Lord Christiano was his uncle!"

Abigail eyes us and scurries to the back of the shop to avoid our drama. I clear my throat and straighten my back. "Let's take this somewhere else."

"Somewhere more...private."

I nod my head and cast my eyes back to the counter to see if Abigail is watching. She isn't. I put some money on the table and we exit the cafe. Petunia adjusts her scarf and we walk towards the park.

The towering trees shroud us from the falling snow as we walk under them on the path. "So, your husband made this?" I hold the necklace in my hand and gaze at the carved lion.

"Late husband," she corrects me. "Miraz is dead."

"I know...I'm sorry." I put my hand up to give her a comforting rub on the back but she walks away from me, creating a huge gap between us on the path.

"Don't touch me," she snaps. I bring my hand down and we keep walking. "Listen, I don't care anymore how your fiance got that necklace. Stolen, bought, whatever! I. Don't. Care!"

"...You don't?" I stop walking just as does she.

"No, I really don't." She walks toward me and pushes me against a tree. "But I do know I want that necklace... And I know you'll give it to me."

I twist my face into a snarl and spit in her face. "You'll have to take it from my dead hands then, bitch."

She wipes her face with much disgust and coughs. "I would...But if I killed you, I'd go to prison."

"If you can even harm me, I swear I won't get the authorities on you."

She starts chuckling and shakes her head. "Oh, you really are full of yourself, little girl! Fine! The same goes for me." She punches me square in the jaw and I stare at her. In a second, I'm on top of her, pounding her head into the dirty slush.

"You think you can hurt me?" I laugh as my knuckles meet the side of her face over and over again. "I've fought against the White Witch!" She spits her blood up on my face and I give her one last punch, a beautiful one right in the eye. "This," I say, dangling the necklace mockingly in her bruised face. "Will never be yours." I kick her body and turn around with a big smirk on my face.

There's a shuffling noise behind me and I pay it no attention. "Don't leave until the job is done." She stabs me in my arm and I push her away from me; she lands on the ground again. I look at the knife in my flesh, quickly pull it out, and throw it at her feet.

"You're going to regret that." I pick her up by that collar and continue to pulverize her until she's almost breathless. "I won't kill you...today. But don't worry, I know Aslan has plans for you." I throw her back down and put my hood up.

"I'D WATCH MY BACK IF I WERE YOU!" I keep limping along and try to tune her out. "I'D WATCH YOUR FRIEND'S BACK EVEN MORE."

I turn the corner and find a snowman in the Pevensie's front yard. To my surprise, I see Susan along with the rest of her siblings lying down in the cold, making snow angels. Lucy automatically stops giggling once she sees me.

"Lynn?" She sits up as do the others and she runs to me. "What happened?"

"Nothing," I whisper. "Just a...a scratch I got when I was taking a walk. You see, a tree-"

"Don't lie to us about this kind of thing!" Peter scolds me as he holds me by the shoulders.

"Peter's right," Edmund agrees. "This is serious, Lynn! Who-"

"She did this to you, didn't she?" Everyone looks at Susan but she keeps her eyes on me.

"What?" Peter says as he shakes his head. "Who-Who is 'she?'"

"Petunia," Susan silently informs.

"The person who you bought shoes for?"

"No, no! Petunia is actually..." Susan stops mid-sentence and I hold my breath, waiting for her to finish.

"Tell me later. Right now, we need to Lynn inside." Peter picks me up and I smack him in the chest repeatedly.

"Put me down right now, Peter! I can walk! Oh, come on! What if your parents see me? They'll tell my parents and I'll get in trouble!"

"Our parents won't see you!" Edmund assures. "They're out with your parents for coffee."

I feel as if a great weight is lifted off me and I breathe a little. Lucy opens the door for us and Peter carries me up the stairs. "I'll put you in Su's room and then I can sew that arm-"

"Oh no," Susan says. "You all are not going in my room! Take her into Lucy's room!"

"What am I going to say to mum if she finds blood in my room?"

"You're a girl, Lu! You can just say-"

"LALALALA," Edmund lets out as he covers his ears.

"Fine!" Peter says. "We'll put her in my room! I'll just say I accidently cut my hand...on something."

"Something?" Susan exasperates.

"Just deal with it." He pushes his door open with his shoulder and gently sets me down on his bed. "Lu, get the first-aid kit. Ed, get a towel for the blood. Susan...I don't know what you can do so...go away?"

Susan gives Peter her meanest look and puts her hands on her hips. "I'll get my makeup so I can cover up all those bruises and scratches." She leaves and Peter helps me get my coat off. He shakes his head as he sees the big hole in my arm and I lie back down.

"Does it hurt?" He touches my arm and I keep a straight face.

"It was Prunaprismia...she did this to me. She's after me now, Peter...and I think she's after Susan too."

His face whitens and I close my eyes. "But why would she be after you two?"

"I beat her close to death today."

"That's quite impressive." I can practically hear smile in his voice. "Don't worry, Lynn. I won't let anything happen to the two of you, I promise I'll keep you safe."

The footsteps of the other three come closer and I open my eyes. Something inside me snaps as I remember the last time someone promised me that.

I got hurt. They died.

"I'll take your word for it then."

Sorry for not updating earlier! My dad thought it'd be REALLY cool for me to have morning and afternoon tennis practice-_- Oh, and I've been working on this story's spin-off(Which you should totally read and leave a review for since it's a new story?) Hope you guys liked this chapter! I missed Lynn's violent side so I decided to write it in:) And I kind of enjoy having 'Petunia' as a revenge seeking lunatic? Lemme know your thoughts!
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