Head 2 Head

Chapter 9

Chace's POV

I went for the usual morning ride before returning for a shower. It was quite chilly outside and being the man I was, I forgot to wear my jacket. It would be a lie if I said I was cold. The truth was, I was Fu****g freezing. My bones felt arthiritis stiff.

Grumbling, I walked into the warmth room to find it swept clean of all the lugage that had been lying around the last time my sober mind had been active. Speaking of sober, if I didn't get rid of this bi***y hangover soon, I was going to marry the half breed. 

Thinking of the gentledog, where the hell was he? His bed was done, which automatically proved the culprit behind all the sparkles hanging around the room. I swear I was losing my fu****g sight. Not good. 

Stripping off my shirt and tossing it on my bed, I made my way to the bathroom, working on my trousers as I went. The room was, thankfully, several volumes warmer and I was feeling my tensed up musceles relax. 

The bathroom was still a little foggy with steam. It was clear that the gentledog - couldn't call the mutt half breed now, even though I owed him no sh*t - had taken the honours of soaking up first. No doubt he was already sitting at a desk as crisp as an ironed newspaper. I could just picture him with his back combed hair and his fixed tie. What a pussy. He was a shame to the male name. Still, he wasn't a gentle dog because his back was scarred like mine.

Grabbing a spare towel off the shelf in the corner, I draped it over the rail by the shower and got in, turning on the warm spray. As soon as the droplets of water bombarded me, the matron's face invaded my mind.

The b***h! She had nerve! 

It had been at a party, the previous year, when the school population had discovered my proctetive attitude to my mother. If I wasn't so dang tempered, maybe everybody would lay off, but sadly, I was a pro at throwing bi**h fits. Famous for them too. And the one last year had got me suspended.

One of the local gangster wanna bees had insulted my mother in a drunken state. It wouldn't be exaggerating if I said he ended up in coma for a month and a half. Didn't do me any good. Now majority of the school population were aware of the trigger in my violent temper. Good think they didn't have a clue why. I'm sure coma wouldn't be the place where they would end up. R.I.P wouldn't be what ther grave supported either. They'd go to hell.

My sh**h*le of a past was mine and mine alone.

If matron wasn't a woman, she'd be screaming of a broken spine. It wasn't hard to break a bone and I had snapped my fair share.

Realizing the shower was helping me drown in my problems, rather than dispell them for me, I ended the shower, and made my way back to the room, the towel secure around my waist.

As I passed the mirror hanging on the wall by the gentledog's bed, I caught sight of my scarred back - the result of abuse. Shuddering in disgust at the sight, I snatched my uniform off my bed. It was best to get the day statrted. I was already half an hour late.