The Bad Girl's a Virgin✓

The Confrontation

I paced down the hospital's hallway as fast as my sour feet could carry me. Although I was exhausted and dizzy, I didn't care, I was on my way to get answers and find out who the fuck was responsible.
Zada tried her best to keep up with my pace, nearly tripping three times as we took the stairs down to the garage where here car was. She tried desperately to slow me down to speak to me but I couldn't be stopped

"Zana, wait. . . .Zana! Slow down, where are you going?!" she asks desperately. Her voice, saturated with urgency and strain.

I shook my head as I turned my body to head down more stairs "You know exactly where," I breath.

She tried skipping in front.me but I cut her off with swift footwork

"Zana, y-you can't. . . just confront Jackson without a plan or-or p-roof, you need to think this through! Your exhausted and your still dizzy, you need to rest-"

My eyes narrowed at her words, I stopped abruptly almost making her stumble over a railing. I turned around in my swiftly, giving her the most deadly look I could muster.

"What I need to do, is kill that son of a bitch. Whether you help me or not is your choice."

With that I spun back around and picked up just were left off, running down the stairs, towards the outside. I was determined to get my revenge on all parties involved in such a dastardly way they'd never forget it, or me. . .

I felt a wave of dizziness come over me, stumbling, I dropped my bag that I had been clutching in my hands, Zada ran up to me up so I wouldn't fall. She caught just under time.

I shoved her off me after a second and continued my battle march to the outside of the hospital. As I arrived in the parking lot, I stopped and turned around sheepishly to Zada who folded her arms sassy.

"Zada. . .could you please give me a ride?" I ask as I held my temple.

She laughed and took the keys out of her pocket, flipping up in the air and catching it.

"Thought you'd never ask, where too?"

I walked began to walk to Zana's care. My eyes narrowed eyebrows scrunched to the smallest angle I could manage, I grunted.

"To find that bastard Jackson . . . . . ."

* * *

"Hello? Sugarplum is that you?" the voice at the other end of the phone answers.

I was so mad at the moment I didn't have the time to correct him and tell him my name.

"Yes. I need to know something, where the hell is your brother!" I exclaim.

"Wait what?!" the confuse voice says

"Clay! Zoey was just stabbed in her own home today! And the attacker said. . .'tell Zana it's her fucking fault. "

There was silence on the line, it seemed that Clay had been hit by a moving car, I could here his breath strain and imagine his mouth trying to form the wards to say next.

"Clay? Where is he?" I ask angrily.

He was still silent.

"Claaaayy," I press

"Alright! Today is Sunday, his probably by the skate rink in the park nearest West Sunroof park."

I sighed in relief.

"Thanks Clay, and by the way, your brother is a fucking bustard."

With that I cut off the call and tossed my phone aside me. I passed my hands through my hair roughly, annoyed and angry.