The Girl Who Doesn't Smile

Chapter Five: Scuffs and Scaling

The next few days just blur together. I don't remember how I got to this town. I don't remember how I got into this bar. I sure as hell don't remember how I got into this bar fight. What I do know is that everything hurts and yet I'm the one winning if the blood covering the dude in front me is the judge.

"Go, go , go, go!!!" The crowd cheers me on as the guy that hit on me is currently knocked out. I finally let go of the sorry bastard and spit on him as he slumps against the wall. Pitiful, I think as I head back towards the bartender. He raises his eyebrows at my display but I wave my hand for another drink. I don't remember what it is but it's strong and gets the job done.

When the tumbler is slid over to me, I stare at the contents and run my fingers around the rim. The last time I drank this much is when we first got away. Right after one of our friends left us to go look for her family. It was hard the first few months. It took me awhile to adjust. It was hard not wanting to attack every person that looked at us or pack everything and leave but eventually I accepted that not everyone is out to get us. That doesn't mean that I trust them, I just don't pummel every living thing I come across.

I sigh and run my hands through my hair. I know it's been a few days and that Anna has called me a few times but that was before I broke my phone. Oh well. I guess it's time to head back. I toss my drink back and leave a fifty on the counter and head toward the exit. I grab my keys and find my car is in the back of the parking lot. Perfect.

"Hey, bitch!" I roll my eyes at the sound of a male voice. I turn around to see a group of guys heading my way. "Where do you think you are going?" The main dick says. I smirk as I see his familiar red face.

"Ahhh," I say in understanding , "You're friends with the guy I beat up. And to answer your question, I'm heading home. So if you guys are here to 'beat me up' then lets get this over with." I place my stuff on the hood of my car and take off my leather jacket. I put my hands in front of my face. I'm always ready for a fight.

"You better believe we're gonna beat the shit out of you!" The first one roars. I scoff at him and shake my head. Did he not see what I did to his friend? Whatever.

Tough guys makes the first move and goes to blindly swing at me. I easily duck. I grab his arm, bend it behind his back so fast that the snap of the bone is audible. His screams don't even register with me as I twist one of legs at an odd angle. I move my head when is sidekick goes to head butt me but hits one of his gang members. They both fall to the ground. I look at the fourth guy and holds his hands in surrender. "I'm here to congratulate you. That guy was a dick." I smirk at him and step over the bodies currently in front of my car. I put my jacket back on and get inside. I peel out of the parking lot and look for a sign to tell me where I am.

According to my GPS, I am in the wonderful state of Illinois. Chicago to be exact. I glance at my dashboard. The clock reads 12:54. If I speed, I can probably make it back to the house with enough time to change and go to school. I sigh at the thought of going back to the house. I'm going to get hell from Beck. Hopefully.

It's a long drive back, so I turn on the radio but it seems like there is no good music on tonight. I pull out my phone only to find out it's dead. Unsurprisingly I did not think to bring a charger with me on my small 'vacation'. My lips twist in a frown as I change the station. It lands on the news. The broadcasters' voices are dull and bored, sounding like they would rather be somewhere else on a Thursday night. This continues on for a good thirty minutes into my journey, which is nice. The repetition of their voices are soothing in a way to my fast paced mind. Well, it was soothing until they announced "Breaking News". It wouldn't have caught my attention if the other voice hadn't spoken.