BitterSweet

Chapter 8: Sucker Punched

Yo Guys! Long awaited but here it is! It took me so long to finish this chapter because I didn't want it to be super short and through I got a case of writer's block. BUT WHATEVS🖖🏽

Song- Skrillex- Bangarang (You'll see why I picked this..*grins evilly and rubs hands together*)
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Ava's POV:

I slowly step into the room admiring the way it's set up. Other than the necessities like the bed, the nightstand, lamp and the computer desk, the room is empty. It has white walls and a couple of windows draped in blackout curtains.

I expected for it to be filled with teenage knick knacks but I guess the leader is too "grown" for them.

"Sit." He commanded, moving at a painfully slow pace in my direction.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, preparing for the worst.

"As you know, you'll be staying here for a while. In order for that to be easier on you and me, I have some rules."

I sit quietly, trying to figure out what he is about to say next.

"Rule number one. You have to stay with me unless I tell you otherwise."

I stand up "Woah, woah, woah. Hold up. What do you mean I have to stay with you?!"

"Rule number two. Don't talk back."

I scoff " Well, then we are definitely not gonna get along buddy. I don't even let people I know talk crazy to me and not say anything so what makes you think that I won't talk back to a wannabe having a bad hair day."

Okay, I lied.

He wasn't having a bad hair day, it was actually really cute. The way he always unconsciously glides his hands through his tresses makes it look really messy. But it was the only thing I can think of at the moment!

" What did you just say to me?" He asks angrily, left eye starting to form a twitch as he steps toward me.

I straighten my posture up a little bit, " I SAID-"

"I know what you said, sweetheart. You do you realize that you just broke rule number two right? And you know what happens when you break the rules?"

"Rhetorical questions have never really been my thing so..."

" You get sent to the torture room. Where I'll torture you myself. But since I neglected to tell you that first I'll let you off the hook for that one."

He glares at me sideways before continuing, " Number 3. You have to do any and everything I say."

*Pump the brakes, stop the car, reverse and park. Is he for real serious right now? Who do this dude think he is?!*

"Hold up, pause." I say, standing straight up " First off, you are not my parent nor my parental guardian. So who are you to tell me that I have to do anything you say."

"So you want to keep breaking rules huh?"

"I'm just asking and by the looks of it , you haven't come up with an answer. So, when you do let me know." I quip, walking towards the door.

Before I know it, I feel my ponytail being yanked and my back slam against the cold wall.

My blood begins to boil at maximum temperature, which by the way has only happened at least a thousand times. I learned to control my anger because it somehow gets the best of me every time and puts me in deeper situations.