The Punk's Princess

Twenty-Five

Bosco couldn't move. She could hardly speak. She wanted to cry out for Daya, but the music was still going on so she knew it'd be no use. With no security guards or anyone else from the crew in sight, it was just her and the girl.

So she forced herself to face her, her heart pounding in her chest. "W-Who are you...?" Her voice came out weaker than she meant for it to. "Why d-do you know so much about me...?"

The girl just laughed, stepping closer and making Bosco cower back. "I do my research, dumbass." She spoke to her like she was a child. "You didn't think you could just date the girl I was meant to be with without me stepping in, did you?"

Bosco eyed her up and down. From the merch she was wearing to the absolutely insane look on her face. "Oh..." She whispered. "You're one of those fans."

"I'm not just a fan, I'm meant to be with Daya." She continued forward, making Bosco back up closer to the tour bus behind her. "But that can't happen when you're in my way!"

Bosco flinched at her rising voice, shaking her head in an effort to clear it. "Don't yell at me..." She whispered, looking down at the ground as she started to shake. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep herself from panicking. "You're just some stupid teenager. Leave me alone."

She turned away from her to get to the bus and escape her piercing stare, but she should've known it wouldn't be that easy.

The girl laughed, continuing to step closer to her. "A stupid teenager? Alright, tell that to every single fan I can leak all your information to. Then you'll be dealing with a whole lot more than me."

Bosco froze up again, her panic starting to rise. The footsteps behind her felt like they pounded in her ears until they stopped right behind her. "Are you going to cry?" The girl said in a teasing tone before she laughed. "I know all about your issues too, you know? I know you take anxiety meds that evidently don't work very well for you. I know you depend on Daya to take care of you like some codependent little brat."

Bosco's vision became blurred by tears. She bit her lip, clenching her fist so hard her knuckles went white. Her other hand held the ring around her neck tightly in an effort to calm herself down.

"I know you have a sister named Irene. You two don't get along very well." The girl said with a small laugh. "And I know about that little incident that happened a few years ago. The one that made everyone so protective of you because God forbid you defend yourself."

Something inside of Bosco snapped. Before the girl could say anything else, she turned around and slammed her fist against her face with so much force it sent her flying back. The girl yelped, her hands immediately flying up to her face.

Bosco trembled heavily, looking down at her hand when feeling something wet. Her eyes widened when seeing dots of blood, and before anything else could happen she went running for the bus.

She should've known getting away would be too good to be true. Bosco choked when the back of the chain that the ring was attached to was yanked. Her hands tried to grab it, but the girl used the distraction to slam Bosco against the tour bus.

Bosco gasped, turning around with her back pressed up hard against the cold metal. The girl's eyes blazed with anger, blood dripping from her nose as she cornered Bosco and kept her from running anywhere. "You fucking pathetic whore!" She spat, glaring daggers into her.

Bosco whimpered, trying to push herself back even further when the girl gripped the ring. She pulled at the chain until it snapped off of her neck and the ring was in her fist.

Bosco's eyes went wide. "N-No-" She reached out quickly in an effort to take it back. "D-Daya gave that to-"

The girl slammed her back hard against the bus, making the whole thing shake. Bosco yelped, tears starting to spill down her cheeks as a cry escaped her lips.