WHO: @laikynparrishWHERE: "their" apartment WHEN: about a month after their breakup
Greta's phone buzzed against the wooden nightstand, a sharp, insistent vibration that cut through the silence of her room at her dad's house. She had been lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thoughts that did more harm than good. The screen lit up with a message from Emilia, Lake's daughter and the temporary bridge between Greta and Lake during these tumultuous weeks of separation. The text was brief, but the words struck Greta with the force of a freight train.
EMS: Some woman named Margot is here. Mom is freaking out. I think we really need you, G.
For a moment, Greta froze, her heart pounding in her chest. Margot—her ex, the catalyst for the explosive fight that had driven a wedge between her and Lake—was the last person she expected to cause more trouble, especially now. It was no wonder Lake was in distress, and despite the chasm of hurt and misunderstanding between them, Greta knew she had to go to her. She couldn't bear the thought of Lake dealing with Margot's unexpected appearance alone, not when she knew the kind of turmoil her ex could bring.
Pushing herself off the bed, Greta's decision was made in an instant. She grabbed her keys, her phone, and her jacket, the cold evening air barely registering as she rushed to her car. The drive to the apartment she shared with Lake was a blur, her mind racing with worry for Lake and what Margot's reappearance meant for their already fragile relationship. As she pulled into the parking lot, her heart was in her throat. Greta was unsure of the reception she'd receive, torn between hope and fear, but she knew she had to face whatever awaited her. For Lake, she'd walk through fire. Tonight was about proving that, no matter the cost.
The door to the apartment was open and she could see from the hallway that the discussion was heated. "What the fuck are you doing here, Margot?" The tall brunette—it showed how Greta had a type—turned to look at her. "Ah, cherie, you're here at last. This awful woman—I imagine your ex-fiancee now, wouldn't tell me where you were." Greta was fuming in seconds, "Get out of my home."