Rebel

Chapter 8- Traffic

Chapter 8: Traffic

Even though my nosy ass would've loved to squeeze an explanation out of my dear friend, I decided against it. Dai isn’t just sad for no reason, but I figured that I would find out sooner rather than later if I had anything to do with it. We got ready for this huge party at the harbor and both put on figure hugging dresses, mine black and hers blush. I put on black tights, my worn moto heels, body jewelry all black except for my labret which was silver and a black leather jacket. Dai slipped on pale pink pumps covered in glitter and a white jean jacket.

We thumped down the stairs, as Dai walked towards the door I went to the kitchen to grab the keys off of the key hanger.  Just as I walked over to the counter, something that I had never made anything of in the past caught my eye. Looking sideways, I saw a picture. Me, my dad and my mother. It was the day we had gone to my first water park when I was about 4.

The reason my dad had this photo I had no idea. My brother obviously wasn’t in the picture as there’s 6 years between us. Strange enough, we were all smiling. We seemed so happy, “seemed” being the key word here. I might’ve been a naïve kid but now I realize that their problems had started before I was born. My mom hid her ice queen façade from me till my brother was born. It was obvious that she cared more about him than me. Whilst I was shunned from the woman that gave birth to me just because I wasn’t the perfect little girl she always imagined herself having, my brother played the golden child act. In her eyes he was perfect. I was glad when my dad divorced her ass. She deserved it.

My thoughts were interrupted by a beep from outside accompanied by muffled shouting. Reality shocked me as I dropped the picture on the counter and ran out the door.

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We got downtown but only just. A huge traffic jam was set right in the middle of the city and there was no way around it. Cars kept piling up behind us so there was no way of reversing and going back home either. Not like that was in my agenda. I spent time getting ready for a party; I’m going to a fucking party.

“Fuckin' hell man!” Dai yelled in frustration.

"What do you see?"

"Nothing. Just a bunch of police lights." She sighed.

 Dai pulled her head back in window after viewing the traffic up ahead and leant her elbow on the door as she rested her head on her hand and started beeping along with the other annoyed drivers around us.

“Dude quit it, it’s noisy enough.” I said. I put my arm out the window and laid on it. I sighed trying to think what hell we were gonna do. I looked around between the cars. We were so tightly packed; there wasn't even enough space for a single person to fit in around them. I could litteraly smell the breath coming from the next guy over which was laced with cigarette smoke. I looked up in disgust. The burly man looked back with a smirk and winked, "Hey, sweetheart." He flashed me a grin that showed his nicotine stained teeth. Gross. Pissed, I reached over and grasped onto his grimy shirt and yanked his head out of his own window. His stuble encrusted face met with mine that now held a look of pure anger.

"You so much as GLANCE in my direction again I will shove my arm down your throat and tie your stomach into two individual knots, do I make myself clear?!" I spat, my nostrils flaring in rage. The guy looked like he shat his pants as he stared at me wide eyed and nodded violently. Good. It made my feel extremely uncomfortable when men just stared at me and looked me up and down as if they had a right. Like seriously, have you no shame?

“C’mon.” I reached over the driver’s seat to pull out the key from the ignition. Dai stared down at me in her lap. "What the hell are you doing?" She raised her eyebrow at me. I smirked up at her.