Stealing the Truth of Innocence

(Minx's POV)

Wow another two years in Lincoln Juvenile Detention Center. Like that's going to "fix me". How many months have I spent in this hell hole your honor? Let's see atleast more than half my life. It's my second home. It's like sending a child to it's room and all the good that does. Hmmm, I wonder if Patricia will throw me a welcome home party?

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The beat up bus comes to a unexpected stop when some kid begins to screech out in pain. Brucie was pounding the little spit fuck's head into oblivion. "That's enough Brucie." I said out of pity. Brucie stops and glares at me and I could see the rage manifesting inside him. He leaped up from the guy and charged at me like a bull, hoping it's horns could pierce flesh. Tsk tsk tsk all that power going to waste. I side step slowly. I have enough time to be careless. You see Brucie was the perfect stereotypical bully you see in every movie, cartoon, you name it. He was all power, no speed. All brawn, no brains. "Come on man, I don't wanna hurt you." "Fuck you!" he yells in response, disgusted by the though of him given the option to surrender to just a female. He throws his fist back hard and slow. It's like he's a video game character charging his attack. With all this time I have from the slow process of Brucie's punch, I quickly shot the guards a glance of assurance. I'm sure you were wondering where's the authority on the bus? Where's the adults? Well since my second mom rode the bus when I was on my way home, she knew I was fine. Plus, Brucie's little pathetic entourage used all their brute force to push against the metal gates separating delinquents from superiors. She told the guards to stand down. To let me have my "fun", well she thinks I enjoy it. Wrong, I enjoy a fight when there's an actual challenge involved. After about five seconds, what seemed like forever, Brucie's fist moved forward, coming for my temple. I squat a little and turn my feet in left just a little while swaying my body the opposite direction successfully dodging the punch. After his fist slid past me I grabbed his wrist and pulled down while coming up from my right hip with one hell of a uppercut aimed towards his jaw line. My power levels weren't over nine thousand or anything, but I wasn't weak. Brucie's head flew back some, but not as much as I had wanted. When his face settled back down he looked at me with complete and utter shock and surprise. That facial expression quickly turned into nothing but anger its self. It's like the actual meaning or idea of anger, the actual word was printed onto his face. He looked down on me with disgust and hunger. The way a serial killer looks at his next victim or the way a lion looks at a gazelle. He leaned down to where our eyes met. He stared deep into my tall black soul and spoke, "I will destroy you.". He then leaned up. There was no evidence of the anger, like it just disappeared. The whole bus looked shocked except the dude against the back door of the bus, half sitting up and half lying down. He looked so scared and...and adorable. His knees where up, but not quite to his chest and his head was atop his knees with his arms wrapped around it all. His light brown hair was messy in just the right way. He slowed looked up at me. Our gazes met. Oh shit, I was just caught staring! I looked away as fast as I could and played it off by turning my whole body around to face Patricia through the gate. "Brucie not finishing a fight? Minx I'd watch your back." she quietly said through the metal. I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and faced him. He looked up at me through his shaggy hair. I could still see a hint of fear in his cute brown eyes. He stuttered as he spoke "Thank y-you.". His voice was the equivalent to an angel and a bunny's child singing. He then flashed a quick  cute, bashful smile. The smile didn't last long at all, what a pity. I just kinda looked at him for a bit, admiring his features. He was so handsome. Those big brown eyes filled with innocence. That cute little button nose and that smile. I only got a glimpse, but it was enough. I then realized what I was doing when he gave me a look of confusion. Again? Really Minx? Staring at a boy? He doesn't even look like your type. Oh, but look at how shy and cute he is. Wait! You're still looking at him! I quickly turned around as I felt all the heat in my body heading towards my cheeks. "Ummm it was ummm no um problem r-really." did I really just fucking stutter? My god.