Shaking my head, I walked over to the sliding glass door.
“Chyna!” I gave a shout.
I didn’t hear anything and had already taken out my cellphone.
“Girl, are you here?”
My eyes adjusted to the spookiness of the pool house. The air felt almost stale and I wondered what in the hell was going on.
“Maybe she left.”
I was about to turn and leave when someone started to laugh. The laugh was eerie but familiar. Turning I expected to find Chyna but instead I found Dani. A frown immediately creased my face.
“Dani?”
She clapped her hands together and smiled gleefully.
“Silver, I never pegged you for slow,” she shook her head.
“What is going on?” I was still so confused.
How in the hell did she know I was meeting Chyna here?
“What are you doing here?”
She came closer and I could see she was dressed in all black, her body almost molding into the shadows. Her head shook a little and she spoke. “She deserves this.”
“Dani, where is Chyna?”
“This!” Dani shouted. “This is why I love you.”
“What?” The need to back away was starting to overpower me. Everything inside of my DNA, down to my blood pumping through every vein told me to run.
“I told you,” Dani’s voice had turned sad. “I’ve always wanted a sister. And to think…I’ve had two this entire time.”
“Dani, again, where’s Chyna?”
Her face contorted, and she threw her hands up into the air. Agitation was swirling around her like an can in an empty parking lot. “You’re asking where the fuck that nasty bitch is? I’m standing right in from of you Silver.”
“And I see you, Dani. But I need to know where my friend is.”
She growled. “Fuck her.”
Calmness. It was the only thing I could offer to the situation because my mind was screaming run, to go and call the police.
What was that detectives name again.
Oh God…
“Dani…there’s still time to fix whatever it is you might have done, okay?”
I closed my eyes taking a deep breath.
“Just tell me where Chyna is. We were supposed to meet and talk about the shit that went down the other night.”
Dani began to laugh manically. “Chyna! Chyna! Chyna! Fuck her! I’m here, not her. I’m your sister, not her.”
The woman in front of me who I’d spent months getting to know was becoming unhinged. Her hair looked sweaty and unkempt, and her eyes seemed red from frustration. She was close to snapping.
