The Bad Boy and the Badder Girl

and the late night

I was so angry, I knew that if I went back home I wouldn't be too focused on keeping quiet so dad would find out I ditched. So I drove.

I must've been driving for almost two hours now, because I was in a completely different city then L.A. I was on the back roads, speeding by 50km in the least. Finally, I found a spot where I could relieve my stress and not kill anybody.

A shooting range.

5km ahead.

I step on the pedal and bring my speed up another ten or twelve kilometres per hour until I arrive.

I got a gun from the guy at the table, who didn't make it totally discreet that he was checking out my cleavage, so after a small:

"Should I use my own gun in the car or one of these?"

He stopped.

I had a grand total of ten minuets of peace and quiet in the range (well as peaceful as a shooting range can be) before it was runnier by a party of ten, maybe more, boys around twelve years old and a middle aged women with stress lines visible from Alabama.

Before I knew it, the women was by my side tapping my shoulder lightly. Up close, I noticed that the stress lines also had puddles of nervous sweat pooling between them.

I am never having children.

"Sorry to bother you, can you just watch them for a minuet or two? I left my wallet in the car." I looked over them, their beady little twelve year old asshole eyes sharing back at me.

"Sure." I sighed, they wouldn't dare mess with me when I had a gun in my hands.

The women flung her arms around me, which nearly made me fall on my ass. I guess I underestimated how stressed she was, and that's saying something. I pushed her off of me as gently as I possibly could. She smiled and ran out of the building.

"What's your name?" One of the boys asked.

"Maddie." I replied, not daring to give these little pests and their poor supervisor my real name.

"Okay boys! You know what to do!" One of them yelled. Then, they ran at me and attached themselves to my legs while screeching loudly.

"Alright, alright. Off, down boys. Get off of me!" I yelled, but they couldn't hear me over the sounds of their vocal chords vibrating at the speed of light.

"HEY!" I yelled. Rolling my eyes, I pointed my gun down at the target and shot it. The rugrats yelped in surprise, jumping off of me.

"Next time any of you touch me, that bullet won't hit on the target." I mumbled, of course they didn't understand.

"She got a bullseye." A little blonde boy said, in awe at my mad skill *pops imaginary collar like a boss*.

"Whatever, bet she couldn't do it again." The taller one challenged.

"Yeah, after all she is a girl." A black haired boy taunted. I scoffed, turned around so I was facing them, then shot at the target to my left.

"Was that another lucky shot? Or do you want me to try on a moving target?" I asked in a sickly sweet tone, smiling. They shook their heads quickly and stayed quiet until their guardian showed up.

Okay yes I realize that I just threatened a bunch of kids, but I am mad, pissed actually, and they are little brats anyways. I was doing that timid, weird women a favour.

The door opened and the women walked back in. I didn't want to stay any longer, so I walked out as she was walking in.

"Your kids shouldn't bother you anymore, if they do just tell them you can call me." I told her. She nodded and smiled, thanking me and then I left the shooting range.