I grunted and punched the punching bag and kicked it" AH!" I punched it even more.
The sweat drips from me and runs down my forehead. 3 am in the morning at the gym. I can't sleep. Haven't been able to sleep since then.
My arms covered in scars. My parents carved into me,leaving me ugly. Leaving me to cover up with tattoos and sleeves.
I screamed and punched the bag. It broke off the chain and fell away from me.
A slow clap came out of nowhere" Wow, never seen so much anger in a girl before" Someone says from behind.
I pant and closed my eyes. The flashbacks start to come back. I winced" Ill be out in a second" I whispered turning around.
There stood a greek god.
I mean, jus- he looks like a freaking model. A tall muscular guy stands there amused. His arms are toned and tan. I scanned his body.
Hot.
I looked at him. Perfect jawline and features, perfect lips that curled into a bad smirk" Like what you see?" He asks.
My eyes met his, his eyes are wild and chaotic. The color of a brown golden color" No" I grabbed my crop top hoodie and my bag.
" I wasn't implying to leave mascota" What did he just call me? Was that Spanish?
" I want to leave, so get out of my way" I strapped my bag over my shoulder.
He smirks" Ah, feisty type?" I leans in the doorway. This is annoying.
I huffed" No, I just want to get out of here" I looked at him with a glare. He looks at me amused.
" What's your name breezy?" Breezy? Seriously? Who he is?
" None of your business, now move" I bluntly swished at him.
He arches his eyebrow" very blunt" he scans me. He stares at my arms.
I fold my arms and hide them with my hoodie" Very rude to stare" I said annoyed.
" Admiring" He stares. I shook my head" move" I nod.
" Tell me your name and Ill let you go" he smirks.
I clenched my jaw" Dahlia" I grunted baring my teeth a little. So annoying. Im tired and want to take a shower.
He smugs slyly and moves out of the way.
I bolt out of the building and run to my car. All
Black mustang. Tinted windows.*******
I walked into the mansion and walked across the marble floor." Good your home" Someone says from the top of the stairs.
I stopped" Yes" I looked up. She looks at me tiredly" Why so late?" She asks as I hike up the steps.
" I couldn't sleep" I said softly. She huffs" You need to take your pills" She insists.
" Be in a coma for a week?" I sass " No thanks" I shook my head.
She loves me very much, but she is always bothering me" You need rest, your going to be in the hospital" she begs.
" I will try to sleep, but I can't promise anything" I looked at her. I don't like sleeping.
" Your aunt and I care about your health Dal" She looks at me with worried eyes.
" Ok, Ill try" I reassured her. She nods and smiles softly" So beautiful, now go to sleep, school is in 3 hours" she points to my bedroom, damn parenetal mode.
" Ok" I whispered. My aunts took me in about two years ago when I got out of that place.
I walked down the large hall and went into my room. I dropped my bag down on the floor and went into my bathroom.
Giant bathroom. Big shower. Big bathtub. Big area, balcony. Spoiled most would say.
I like smaller rooms. But they wouldn't let me take the small room, because they don't have one.
I started the shower and took off my hoodie. I don't like myself. Too many imperfections.
I stripped and got in the warm steamy shower. I like showers the most. It's like rain, but not at the same time.
It is like rain, it falls from the ceiling. My aunt is a millionaire CEO. Famously owns Adams Corporate founds.
I forgot what she does but the women I talk to the most is her wife. Macy. Kindest women on earth.
I scrubbed my gross skin with soap and shaved . I grabbed my purple shampoo and applied it to my hair.
I get out and grab a towel and wrap it around me. I walk out of the grand bathroom and into my simple room.
Flat screen tv. Giant bed in the middle of the room. No pictures. Just a couple of dark paintings. Walls colored dark grey, the floor white marble. Curtains sheet black for the connecting balcony.
I don't like how big this room is. I feel aware of everything.
I walk into the closet. I downsized it. I use one half for my punching bag, one side for clothes.
I am a simplest.
I put on a black thong and black sports bra. I put on a large t shirt and pulled on nike pro short.
I climb in my bed and stared into the darkness. My hands hurt more. Aches. Just a little longer of school and Ill be done.
I pull the blanket over me and forced my eyes shut. Sleep.
Insomnia sucks majorly....
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Teen FictionDahlia Adams, a tortured soul, tortured for year from her psychotic parents, she is distant and coldest from her past. She is quite alluring to many. Sea foam green eyes. When a unknown bad boy Reed Sparrow, smart assed brutish boy. Just moved to he...