The Bad Girl?

Pissed off!!

02:Alison's pov

Alison's pov:

"No!!" I exclaimed shakily, almost choking on my words. I examine the clock on my night stand. I could hardly read it due to the fact that my eyes felt like someone tossed a bucket of sand in them. I wiped the nightmare out of my eyes as I made out 7:30am.

I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe my mind had deceived me in such a way. Shoot, who am I kidding, it was in the worse way imaginable. I had made sure to try my absolute best in forgetting that wretched night and all of it's bloody events.

I mean, no I never actually forgot any of it, to be honest. I was just that I had never, ever in my life dreamt about what had happened to me. Not even on that god forsaken night. All it did was push my anger towards every man on the planet, over the limit of hate.

'Fuck all this shit' I thought to myself. I didn't want to think right now. I wanted my rage to take control. Hurting, breaking, and vandalizing everything that came into sight.

I need to hit some thing bad. I needed to be in the ring, like now. So I did what I always did call Selena, my bestfriend/sister. She was the only one who knew my true story and understood me for who I was and not what my appearance was.

*ring*

*ring*

Come on, come one. Pick up already! I was growing very impatient.

*ri--.' It finally picked up on the third ring.

"Hello?" her voice was thick, with sleep coating it like a blanket.

"Get your ass up now! Meet me In The gym in 20 minutes!"

"Are you fuc-----" I cut her off.

"Please, just get the hell up. I have a lot on my chest. So would ya just get your lazy ass up!" I was taking out my anger on her. But I didn't mean to I swear.

"What the hell can you 'have on your chest' this early in the fucking morning."

"Listen, it's about 'you know what'. now just get your sleepy ass up and meet me please." she must've heard the urgency on my voice, cuz she replied;

"okay, okay I'm coming, you okay?" I just hung up the phone. I didn't feel like talking about it over the phone.

I took the quickest wash-up ever. Which I followed with a fast but thorough tooth brushing. I went back into my bedroom and rummaged through my closets and dressers.

I pulled out a black croptop, that had 'badwood' printed across the breast in white letters. It showed the swirls of ink imprinted on both sides of my sides and waist. I matched the shirt with black skinny jeans and all black converse.

I went back in the bathroom to brush my brown, but mostly blond hair. Threw on some light makeup and red lipstick, just for show. Wait. I was going to the gym right? then why the hell did I put this stuff on, ugh it was too late anyway I said 20 mins.

I grabbed my gym bag and slung it over my shoulder. Jogging down the stairs I diverted to the kitchen to grab an apple, green my favorite. I grabbed my big sunglasses, black SnapBack, and keys off the rack by the door. I slipped out the house, thankful at the fact that my parents were hardly ever home.

I went to the garage clicking the open button to the door. I put my apple an keys in my bag bag then approached my harley davidson motorcycle. I swung my leg over the bike and kicked up the stand.

I revved the engine a little, then a lot. How I loved that sound so much. It eased my anger a bit, shooting,I surprised at how much I liked that. I pulled out the driveway and just like that I was out and off in the wind.

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[A/N]: I tried to make this chapter a little longer. Considering the last one wasn't so long. I hope you all liked it. Don't be scared to give advice, comment, vote, and share😬

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