Queen Badass

Chapter 1

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I sit up in bed thinking about nearly everything in my life that has happened so far. I reach over to my nightstand and grab my lighter to light my cigarette. I put it in my mouth and then I puff out three circles of smoke.

My father never approved of me smoking, but hey it's my goddamn life. It's better than drinking beer every day and being an alcoholic like him. He used to beat me as a kid. I have horrible flashbacks and nightmares.

I remember it clearly now that I'm thinking about it. Every little mistake I would make as a child he would throw anything in his reach at me and it was painful. It wasn't his fault I would think it was just the alcohol, but it is his fault now that I'm older.

He should have never even started drinking in the first place. I guess he did have problems and we lived kinda poorly. He still went to work but every night he would come back home; he'd start drinking and he'd hit me and it's like an endless cycle every day.

One day I just decided to sneak out and leave him in the middle of the night. That was a was when I was sixteen. I'm seventeen now.

I decided to stop moping around like a sad, wimpy, little girl and grow up already. That was the past, I shouldn't be worrying about it so much. I got up and stretched. I heard cracks in all different places.

I checked the time it read thirty minutes past midnight. I decided to get up and go get some fresh air outside. I walked to my door and grabbed my phone and keys to my motorcycle. I left my apartment room and walked down the stairs all the way to the main entrance.

All you could hear was the padding of my feet. it was quiet, but you could still hear the cars and taxis honking outside the apartment complex. That's New York for you. Everyone was asleep and I was the only one roaming around the apartment by myself. I finally left the building and straight into the nice cool New York autumn breeze.

There were lots of people walking near the sidewalks pushing and shoving each other. I'm walking with my hands in my pockets taking in the beautiful scenery around me. The buildings are so high and bright lights dotting around everywhere also the stars in the night sky are very beautiful.
I threw out the butt of my cigarette feeling relieved.
I stare out at people talking and laughing rushing to where ever they need to be this late at night. I see a mother and a father. The mom is holding a sleeping baby. I wonder about my mom sometimes, but I doubt she ever fucking loved me; she seems like a heartless bitch. She left me with that pathetic excuse of a father when I was nine. I only faintly remember what she looks like; she had sparkling cold blue eyes like me and black charcoal hair exactly like me. She had a petite face. My mother was actually pretty tall like 5'7 or 5'8, but I'm 5'4, pretty short huh? My mother was gorgeous, beyond beautiful. I look exactly like her but a younger version. Except I have a couple of piercings. My nose is pierced with a silver flat stud, three ear piercings on both my left and right ear. I also have a fancy looking belly piercing that hangs from my belly button. I wonder if I'll ever see my mom again. I'm sure she has a reason for leaving me with my devil of a father. I think she really did care about me. Maybe something or someone drove her away. Maybe my dad was abusing her too, and she wanted to leave so badly that she left me with him. Just thinking about the make me feel all different types of feelings. I'm pretty hard on people just like she was. She never took crap from people maybe that's why she left him. I don't trust anyone. I was that bad ass girl that would leave in the middle of class for not liking what I was hearing. You could say I have anger issues or all different types of horrid issues, but hey that's me!
I would beat a bitch ass for even looking at me wrong. I once broke a girls nose....and other parts of her body, but she should have never done what she did. She had humiliated me in front of half of the school's population. I was so pissed I didn't hesitate to punch her dead in the center of her face. Why? Well because she took my bra from the girl's locker room, filled it with whip cream and hung it in the cafeteria. Nobody really messed with me after I punched her. Most of the girls kept their distance. That's another thing about me I never hesitate to say or do something. I'm actually banned from a lot of places. I let out a small chuckle thinking about these things. The events that happened with my dad actually taught me to harden up and not take shit from anyone. That's why I left. I couldn't take it anymore. I can't trust anyone. That's why I have a few close friends. Hell. I can barely call them close now they moved on from me and made new friends. I was suddenly interrupted from my thoughts.

"MOVE BITCH!", I heard someone say.

I turned around. I was trying to see who the fuck this boy was talking to because it better not be me.

"Who the hell are you talking about?!" I asked.

"You, BITCH!" He replied annoyed.

Did he really just call me a bitch for the second time? He definitely doesn't know who I am.

Everyone suddenly stopped and turned around to see what was going on.
I looked at this guy like he was crazy. I swear if looks could kill. This dumbass would be six feet under already!
I, Winter Paris does not take bull shit from anyone I don't care who you are.

I shouldn't really do what I'm about to do, but I did anyways. Why? Because I can't let this guy just walk all over me. Who does he think I am?  Some girl who won't stick up for herself? I think the  fuck not.

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~Florie