forty five

“Arrrgh.” Taylor groaned out weakly as she struggled to pull out the necklace from her neck. “Scarlett help me!.” She yelled out loud.

Scarlett, on hearing Taylor's cry for help, rushed back to the room as fast as her legs could carry her.

What's wrong Taylor?. She questioned as she stood at the entrance, still trying to catch her breath.

“Please help.” Taylor's voice became more frail and weak as she called out. The moment Scarlett spotted Taylor trying to struggle, she rushed to her quickly and with a heavy force, Scarlett pulled off the necklace from Taylor's neck.

As Taylor lowered her head to the floor, still trying to catch her breath, Taylor picked up the necklace from the rug.

“What the hell did you do Taylor?” Scarlett uttered angrily as she squeezed her fist tightly to maintain her calmness.

“Don't tell me you tried to make use of the necklace even when you're fully aware that you're not ready.” Scarlett yelled out angrily.

With her trembling hands, Taylor looked up