PLAYING THE PLAYERS

chapter 2

Chapter 2

"Where have you been all night missy?" Was the first thing that I got when I came home. Damn my life. 

"Out. With bunch of big bad bikers. Full of sperm." I could only see the steam that was rising from her ears. It was quickly noticable. That's all I said before I went up the long stairs - exacly 25 of them - and up to my room, before whole hell broke loose. 

I leaned on the doors took a deep breath, and put a chair next to the doors, that will prevent anyone to come into my room. And with a long sight I fell onto the large king sized bed. 

Yes, I lived good. At least what concernes of where I live, in how big house and how much money I have got. But on the other side, when you look at my parents, it's not very billionares daughter and perfect family likely. 

My mom works as a doctor in one of the most known hospitals in states, so she isn't home much, which I like - sadly she's on holiday this week. Three more days and again life without her will begin. She also travels across the world much. She's now been in most countries in the world., She has just came from Slovenia. A small country in the middle of Europe. 

She has this strict hand that she uses on me, what consernes of raising a kid. She never complimentes you, even when I do something really well. She screams and shouts and fights with me. On short: she is a pain in my ass.

My dad on the other hand is a nice guy, who I don't know how he puts up with my mom. He more or less doesn't have a word in this family. Which is surprising since he's the one that gave us billions and pays everything for us. Though mom has A LOT of money which she got from being a doctor, but dad... His company of radios and TV's has grown so much that no one of us can imagine. 

He isn't home that much either, but at least when he is I am happy that he is and I want him to stay home longer. Sadly he is usually home for just a day or two.

So that means that I am more or less alone in this house since I was born. 

There is also our cook, Fernando who came from Spain to live here in search for better life. And he got it. My mom and dad pay him a big time. But he deserves it. He is always there for me and he teaches me how to prepair one of the most delicate dishes there are.

But enough of my family, and lets focus on guys and my life.

Mom was still shouting downstairs. I couldn't care less. Since I was fourteen I developed my own thinking that is strong as steel. I stopped caring about my mom that tries to dictate me. 

I went through shit to get my thinking. From trying to commite suicide, selfharm, drugs, drinking. No one helped me to get through those things. I was own minded. I stopped from those addictions. I wanted to be a strong person. I wanted to live normally. I wanted to feel sexy and beautiful. I didn't want to be self-conscious. So I stopped to be. I looked at myself with proud, knowing there is no one in this wide world that is like me. I'm original. 

And when I started thinking like that, things started to change. I laughed more. I wore more revealing chlothes. I started playing volleyball. I started doing sports in all. I started being happy.

And started with sex. Lots of it. Books and life taught me some things. Like: guys r nothing special. Soul mates don't exist. People are made to give and accept pleasure. Some more some less. 

My first time was when I was fifteen on a party that my classmate threw at his house. I that time I didn't care to who I give my virginity to. Innocence is a thing girls made important when it really isn't. To who or when you give it it doesn't matter. The first guy you will give it to, won't be your last. So why waiting and deprive pleasure from yourself. 

It was with a guy that was very good looking, I liked him, he liked me. We started kissing and one thing led to another. I wasn't for gentle sex, even if it was my first time. That was what I knew even when I was a virgin. My limit for pain was high. Very high. 

Logging on my facebook, I have had about 70 messages. Of course 40 from my best friend Anna, and another 30 from the guy Brian from yesterday.

Anna's were worried and excited almost and Brian's were original hurt guys, like: 'Where did you go this morning?' 'Wanna come to my place?' 'Are you there?' 'we're a a thing now, right?' 

I don't enjoy breaking hearts, but I have nothing against it either. Or maybe I enjoy it a bit.

Writing a quick message to Anna that I'm fine and that, I have slept with Brian. And writing Brian that he was nothing more that a nightstand, I closed my laptop, that was always in the corner of my bed. 

Sunday-day for a long run, and a good work out here I come.

Dressing in my fashionable Nike shoes, black tights and a hoodie since it was kinda cold, cause it was October, I took my iPod, streched and went out of my house, music blocking my mothers angry screams.

The cool breeze brushing on my soft cheeks were refreshing like a cold shower I will take after I finish running. I don't run to loose weight. I don't run to work on my body. I don't run because I want to be alone. I run because I like to run. Because I helps me with my tensed muscles and so I can get a review at last nights sex.

Maybe I'm weird, but I don't mind that. I am original. I am special. I will survive while some won't in this world. 

I ran down the street and ran past another street. And past another tree, another house another kid, another lost dog. I ran long and fast not even feeling the burn in my legs.

As Christian Grey would say:

'There's a thin line between pain and pleasure.'

And it was true. When you think hard and long about it, you'll realise that the burn in your legs feels heavenly, and the sore muscles bring pleasure. And life that seems like a pain in the ass is actually enjoyable. 

I ran for a long time. Actually I ran until a car came.

FINALLY I've written another chapter. I took a hell of a lot time, but I couldn't get it done faster. I was either busy or wasn't at home. Or I ate. Or slept. Hehehe... 

 Sooo..I hope you like it and I'll try to upload as fast as I can. 

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