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As Clarabella sped home on her motorcycle, too many things were rushing through her mind. She felt ill, and angry, and upset, all her feelings for Alex were mixed, she still adored him to bits but felt completely betrayed and mistreated every time she thought of him.

As she was caught up in her head, she ran a red light. An incoming car almost hit her but she swerved out of the way, she skidded on the road, her foot stopping her from falling off of the bike.

Many horns beeped at her and then others came running out to see if she was okay. Her hearing turned into a ringing sound and she hit her fist off of the ground with frustration. She probably wouldn't have acted like this if it wasn't for the awful day she had been having, but she honestly would rather have gotten run over.

"Hey, are you alright? You need to watch out in future, you can't just run a red light mate." The guy said.

"Yeah, I know. I'm well aware. I'm sorry." Clara sniffled, the man got taken aback from the sound of a girls voice.

"Maybe you shouldn't be riding something like that, it's too dangerous for you." He spoke angrily.

Clara scoffed, "I have a licence, now fuck of you twat." She turned around towards her bike and took off her helmet, checking the damage done to it and knowing she won't be able to ride it home.

The man was giving out to her about how dangerous that was and he could've ran her over, that he might sue because of the danger to him. She wasn't listening to a word he said.

All of a sudden, she heard her name being called and someone running over to her.
As she saw them approaching she let out an annoyed sigh.
I do not need this right now, why couldn't the fucking car have just hit me?"

"Clara, holy shit are you alright? You're bleeding!" He exclaimed, looking at the rip in her trousers and the blood coming from her leg.

She looked like a child that had fallen over in the park and cut her leg. She hated feeling like a child, mainly because she was treated like one. She was mature for her age which she took as pride.

"I'm fucking fine Alex, just go away. And if you think I'm going home with you, then you're crazy." She complained.

"What? What do you mean Clara?" Alex looks at her, extremely worried. "Clarabella, what's going on?" He clearly didn't know that Clara knew what he said about her.

"Is she yours?" The man asked Alex. Alex turned to him, taken back from everything that's happening. "What?"

"Is she your girlfriend or what? Is she on your bike because clearly a girl like her shouldn't be riding such a dangerous vehicle. She could've damaged my car or injured me badly! I think you should do something about this." The man gave out.

"Who the fuck do you think you are talking to mate? She's well able to ride a fucking motorbike, I don't know what's wrong but clearly she has been upset about something and wasn't in the right mindset. You and your shitty little ford focus are fine so why don't you fuck off home." Alex snapped. Clara was shocked at the way Alex spoke to the man as she has never seen him so angry.

"Pipe down now son and get your girl sorted before she causes more damage." The man said before strutting off back to his car in shame and driving away as fast as he could.

"Clara, what happened?" Alex crouched down to where Clara took a seat by the side of the road next to her scratched up bike.

"This is all your fault! I hate you!" She broke down, clearly overwhelmed and hurt by what Alex said about her and the whole situation.

"What are you on about? Please just let me take you home." Alex replied.

She shook her head, refusing his offer.
"It's not like you have any other options, love." He said, nodding towards her messed up bike.
She didn't want to make a scene in public but she also didn't want to get in the car with him.