A Rebel's Love (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Mavis' POV

Years later...

Starting that day, I was busy finding schools who would accept me. Depressingly, none didn't accept because of the incident I made. Every night, I would curl up into a ball and cry. Until I lost hope.

My parents left and abused me. They ended up dying. Because I was a piece of shit to them. They left me to my aunt, on the right side, was kind. She was my mother. She comforted my everyday, she tried cheering me up. I was still blessed that I have her.

It's been two years since I was stuck at home. And now, I'm eighteen. It's been two years without educational support.

I wonder what happened after two years, wondering what happened to those jerks, I hope they died, well if not, I'm the one who's going to kill them.

Since then, I met a bunch of new bad friends. They were awesome. Every night, I get home drunk, slamming the walls, crying, a feeling that I don't understand. Yet I was crazy. I started smoking too. I dressed like them. Talk about getting drunk, beer is the best.

Until someone brought me to his boss. He brought me to this dark room, you know, just like in movies, one fucking light bulb hanging and flickering it's best.

"You're Mavis right?" The stranger asked. No face popped up, yet the voice came out somwhere like in a radio.

"Yeah." I simply replied.

"Well, I see you're truly a brave one. You found the right one Karl." He said to the guy who brought me here. Karl , nodded.

"So I would like to ask a few questions." The stranger's voice broke the awkward silence.

"Shoot." I replied, with a plain tone.

"Can you beat someone?" The stranger asked, "Yeah." I immediately replied, like it's just a simple math question like 1+1.

"Can you hold and shoot a gun?" The stranger's voice echoed again "Please, easy. Yes." I nodded.

"Perfect, training starts tomorrow and I'll just give you instructions." The stranger's voice trailed off, and this Karl guy gave me a card with his phone number and an address.

My brain had to take process, until I realized he was my Boss.

After that, everything went simple. I trained, to kill someone, sinful. Someone I know from the past. The one who killed my brother, yes I have a brother, yet he was killed. Andre Reyes. A drug dealer, a dickhead, just like Harry, but he's worst. Files said he killed alot of people and he was the most wanted man alive.

My brother seemed to look a lot like me, he's older than me. He had a messy hair, yet he had brown eyes like my dad's. Yet I even don't have the best memories with him. Because he just disappeared like a bubble. They said he was killed, murdered.

And I here, wanted to follow my brother's path. I wanted to be bad. I wanted to kill someone too. I wanted to be brave.

I wore dark skinny pants, and a sleeveless shirt with punk signs on it. I had a beanie with red, green, black and yellow stripes on, you know Bob Marley? He's the best. I had a tattoo of a skull on my right shoulder. I had long black silky hair, I wore Raybans to cover my mysterious green eyes. I also wore a wireless earphones on. I tugged the pistol on my right pocket.

I look hideous.

The plan was set.

I hid behind the the car as I saw Andre was talking to one of my mates. He was alone, perfect.