A Lethal Chameleon

Chelsea quickly cleared the white powdery substance on the stool she was using and neatly put away her stash before turning her deadly glares at Clara.

"How dare you barge into my room, you stupid girl?!" Chelsea growled as she stood up and moved menacingly towards Clara.

"I... I... I... I..." Clara stammered like an old screeching record disc, unable to form a sentence.

"What do you want!" Chelsea grabbed Clara by the neck, glowering dangerously at her.

"T...t...the cops!" Clara pointed at the door with trembling finger, while trying to free her neck from Chelsea's choking grip. "The cops are at the door."

"The cops! At my door!" Chelsea's bloodshot vision slowly dissipated. She released Clara's neck but held onto the halter neckline of her top. "Why are the cops here? Who called them?"

Clara shook her head, saying, "I... I don't know. But I didn't call them."

"You dare not." Chelsea paused for a few seconds to plan her next move.