Out Of The Shadows And Into The Spotlight

Chapter 6

Lauren's POV

The ride back to my house was agony. It hurt to think about how close I was to Camila, and not being able to tell her it was me.

She was ten feet away from you! What the hell, Lauren!

I kept scolding myself until I stopped at a red light. Lana Del Ray filled my ears, playing on my Pandora. It felt nice to have something fill the silence that was my life.

Lauren! The light is green!

I pulled out of my thoughts and took the long way home, driving past the ocean as I go. It was more or less peaceful, finally not thinking about anything but what's around me.

That's why I loved riding my Harley so much. It made me more aware of my surroundings and I was bare to the elements.

That's why mom loved riding so much. It helped her think.

Again, I was pulled from my thoughts by a green light. I passed by the final view of the ocean before turning on my street. My dad should be home by now, although I wasn't sure.

My thoughts were answered when I saw my dad's car parked in the driveway. I pulled in next to him before turning off the ignition to my Harley and pulling out my earbuds. My backpack suddenly felt heavier on my shoulders, like it was pulling me down. It always felt this way before I walked into the house.

As I walked into my house I smelt smoke and alcohol, and saw a white laying on our couch.

Taylor and Chris better not be here.

"Babe? Ready for another round?" I heard my father ask. It made me sick. He use to be caring and loving, now he's the one I hate most.

"Oh, Papa J, I'm always ready."

That's it.

I ran into the living and jumped over the couch, tackling my dad into the wall. The whore screamed as he pushed me down. I felt something shatter under my weight.

The coffee table.

"What the fuck, Lauren?!" He howled. "Lacy leave. You shouldn't see this." The whore, Lacy, nodded like she knew what was going to happen.

I slowly stood up, only to me knocked down again. My blood was boiling with hate.

Do it, Lauren.

That's when I lost it. Zayn told me never to use my training on anyone, he said it would make it more obvious that I'm an underground fighter. But this was different. My father has caused more pain and hatred then I can take. He deserves this.

I spun on my heel and roundhouse kicked him, hearing a sickly crack. Next, I threw punches, connecting them with his upper body. Before I could do anything else he swung and hit my side. The force he hit me with made me stumble back, but it only fueled my rage.

"You! You make me feel this way!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Mom should still be here! It's because of you she's dead!" When those words left my mouth I froze. This was always a trigger to his rage. Mom.

"You don't know anything!" He yelled, swinging and connecting his fist with my cheek. "I would never hurt her!" Another punch, which ended with me on my ass. My face stung, yet I still got up.

"But you did!"

"I wish I never had you!"

That's all I heard before everything went black.

A/N: This is better than the first time I put this chapter up. I added some things and changed some things, I like this one better. Tell me what you guys think. Later.