Not Your Girl

7:The Queen's Assassin

"Threats are the weapon of those who feel threatened."-Giovanni Boccaccio

∞ "Trouble": Halsey∞

•Quinn•

I woke up with a throbbing head ache. The memories of the night before hit me like a nightmare. My knuckles were swollen. I can remember the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I punched the boy who had hurt me so many times before.

"QUINN!" My mother's wake up call rang in my ears. That was my cue to roll out of my warm bed.

Clothes flew furiously past my head and over my shoulder as I went through the daily struggle of getting dressed. I finally settled on a pair of gray sweat pants, a white muscle tee, and a red flannel wrapped around my waist. I slipped on my Doc Martins ™ and grabbed my school bag. My blonde hair was tightly secured in a high ponytail. I rushed down the stairs to the kitchen.

A hot plate of waffles was placed in front of me. I quickly scarfed down the warm breakfast pastry and hopped out the door.

"Well, well... Look who we have here..." Mckenzie's cherry colored lips smirked devilishly at me.

"What do you want, brat." I spat at her. She pretended to be shocked and insulted.

"Just making sure Nathan won't be taken away from me. Your little show at the party didn't work on me." She crossed her arms over chest.

"Never in a million years would I go back to that hell hole." I rolled my eyes at her naiveness.

"Right." She clearly wasn't buying it. I began to walk away but her pose blocked the hallway exit.

"What more do you want?" I sighed.

"Proof." She growled.

"What kind?!" I asked.

"That's up to you to figure out." She began to walk away.

"I don't need to prove anything to you." My tone was careless.

"Bitch. You will do as I ask or I will make you suffer." She shoved me against the lockers.

"Don't. Touch. Me." I growled and pushed her off me.

"You think you are so strong because daddy's in jail? You're just a poor criminal's daughter." Her tone was of fake pity. Mckenzie huffed.

"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK OF HIM THAT WAY YOU SKANK!" I shouted.

My fists curled into two balls and sooner or later my vision went black.

≤Taylor≥

I watched as Quinn wrapped her hands around McKenzie's neck and smashed her head on the cold floor. Mckenzie howled in pain and her makeup began to run.

"HE'S NOT A CRIMINAL!"

"HE'S NOT A CRIMINAL!" "HE'S NOT A CRIMINAL!" Quinn kept on shouting.

Before she could do any more harm, I grabbed her off of McKenzie and carried her on my shoulder to the restroom.

Once her feet touched the bathroom floor, she rushed into one of the stalls and began to hurl. After awhile of gagging, the room fell into an uncomfortable silence.

"Quinn?"

No reply.

"Quinn?"

Still nothing.

"QUINN?!" I yelled. I kicked open the stall door only to find an unconscious Quinn laying on the floor.