Being The Badgirl's Pop Star {ON HOLD}

Chapter 12-- We don't deserve this

QOTD: I can't escape this hell. So many times I've tried. But I'm still caged inside. ~Three Day Grace

2QOTD: No one knows I lost my soul long ago.  ~Three Day Grace.

   Vixy Mente...

  Blood dripped from my mouth, blood was mixed with my saliva and it tasted horrible. I spit out the blood, it landing on the mat and on a towel. My dad kneed me again, making me fall on my knees and lay on my side. I gasped for air, his foot was placed on my chest and he pressured down.

   I coughed out more blood, my hand wandered around to grasp something, anything. My fingertips felt something, slowly grabbing it and once I was able to get hold of it, I swung my arm at his direction. The pressure on my chest was gone, I got on my knees and slowly getting up again. My dad was on the floor, clutching the side of his face.
    I swung my leg hitting the side of his head, he laid on the floor so I took that as my chance to get on top of him.

His eyes were still opened, my fist connected to his face three times. He grabbed me by my head, bringing me down. I thought it would be over but it was a lie, his forehead hit mine roughly that I toppled off of him. Now, he hovered me and punched me.

    "That's enough!"

  My dad hit me one last time, breathing heavily just like me. Maxwell glared at us, arms crossed and leaning on the door. "Get the hell up. Fighting because your dad ate your dinner."

   "Exactly. My dinner." I hissed, coughing out more blood. The back of my hand wiped some blood off my face, my dad leaned over the edge and coughed out some blood. I jumped off the boxing ring, landing wrong on my left foot so I fell. I hissed, that hurt so much, my foot felt numb for a couple of seconds. I walked away from my dad and uncles to only bump into the rich pop star, he was waiting for someone.

"Your bodyguard is not here."

"I came to see you."

Huh? Why is my heart beating like this? I shouldn't feel attacked right now. Why am I feeling attacked?

"I have to change." I said, he nodded with a soft smile that for some crazy reason, my heart fluttered. "I'll wait."

My shoulder bumped into his, of course, I did that on purpose to see if he would get mad but he didn't. What's wrong with this guy? He doesn't get mad at all. I sighed, get over it, Vixy, just get over it.
    I went to go change into something more 'appropriate' I guess I can say but it's not really nice clothes, same old clothes I wear all the time.

Ripped jeans, tank top, jacket and converses. Nothing much to it, my hair was up in a ponytail since it probably had some blood but the showers aren't working right now because someone decided it was funny to play a prank on my uncle so now we're paying for that bastard's mistake, I have to go home to take a f*cking shower which is unbelievable.
    The rich popstar was surrounded by my uncles and dad, it looked like he was about to pass out soon. Maxwell flicked his forehead, smirking when McCain covered his face, I chuckled and punched Maxwell.

  "Let's go, kid."

"Where are you two going?" Sam asked, his brows furrowed and his arms were crossed. My dad just walked away, saying something about me killing the guy with my sarcasm and swearing. "He wants to talk to me, I'll be back later."

    "Mhmm...Sure, whatever." Maxwell mused, walking away and said something about him dying soon.

What's with them saying I'm going to kill this guy?

McCain just looked down at his feet, turning red when Sam smacked him from the back of his head and whispered something in his ear before leaving us alone. I tapped his shoulder, "Man up, McCain."