Venessa was met by an unpleasant surprise of finding Yuliya by the door. "Can I come in?" She requested but there was no way Venessa would let her in.
There was something about Yuliya that always frightened her. "You can't," Venessa replied and reached out to slam the door in Yuliya's face, but Yuliya held it and forced her way in.
Her eyes darted around the room; she made her way to the bed to sit down, and then she gazed back at Venessa with a challenging smirk.
"It must feel good because you feel you are winning." She scoffed, and Venessa clenched her hands to her side, provoked by Yuliya's statement. "I don't understand what you mean," Venessa said through her gritted teeth, wary of Yuliya's presence.
"Of course you would not. If I was you the best thing I would do is stay at my daddy's side." Yuliya suggested as her eyes darted around the room. She felt insecure looking at Venessa. Her entire life, she always held pride in her looks, that was until she met Venessa.
