Love And Hate

Chapter Six

"Just like you told Mike." He said throwing it in my face. I clenched my jaw and balled my hands up in a fist. But I only said,"Go to hell asshole." Then I left skipping school.
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I quickly drove as fast as I could to my house and laid on the couch. My dad didn't give a fuck where I was as long as I wasn't talking to him. The only think he did care about is me going to school at least part of the day. The only reason he even bothers to do that is because he at least wants people to think he cares to try to provide and give me an education. I feel myself start to feel queasy so I go to the bathroom. It ended with me throwing up and ultimately feeling like shit. I decided to get some rest.

Later on I wake up and decide to go to the club. I get my fake ID grab my keys and go. Once I got in the club I bought a beer. Before I put the alcohol to my lips the smell of it almost made me gag. (What the fuck? This never happens when I drink.. EVER. Must be a bad drink.) I think to myself so I order another. Same thing. Another and another. Still the exact same thing happens. (What the ACTUAL fuck is going on here!? Literally I came here a week ago and it was fine. Why now?) I think and think but no answer comes up. So I just sit there and watch everything that's happening in the club. Some people are dancing. Others are flirting. And some are literally having sex on the dance floor. I wasn't in the mood to hook up with anyone ever since what Mike did. I shutter at the remembrance of when he first told me what had happened.

"Hey baby you cold?" This random guy asks as he wobbles up to me all in my face. It was clear he was highly intoxicated because he wobbled towards me. Plus his breath smelled of alcohol.

"Uh first not thanks. But I know what you need. A GODDAMN breath mint. Like oh my fucking god your breath smells like fucking ass." I say pinching my nose fanning my self with my hand in my direction. He gets angry and pulls my hand forward so I am now standing up face to face with this guy. (I feel really fucking bad for me. This guy's breath could kill someone!) I think to myself.

"You really don't wanna mess with me. So if I were you I would get my drunk ass somewhere far away from me before I hurt you." I say casually. To be honest I've been itching for a fight and this may be my only chance.

"Try me baby girl." he says pulling me closer to him so he can smell me. That's it I've had fucking enough of this. He has pissed me off too much. I kick the guy in his balls and down he goes. I sit on his back and pull his left arm onto his back and pull it backward. But not enough to break anything. Just enough to make him feel an immense amount of pain.

"Aaaah!" he screams but nobody pays any mind to him. Their all doing their own thing.

"Don't you ever touch or come near me again you fuck boy!" I purposely yell in his ear and push his arm further upward waiting for is response. I nods in agonizing pain. I get off him and go to my car. Then I drive off fast and hurriedly get back home. Once I get home I took a shower, brushed my teeth, and went to sleep.

The next morning I do my morning routine and put my clothes on. I come downstairs to my dad, pancakes, eggs, and bacon. He knows I hate bacon. I groan but reluctantly sit across the long table from him. Arms folded like he had some explaining to do, but really it was me.

"So I heard you threatened and assaulted another one of your classmates yesterday." He says not even trying to beat around the bush. That's the only thing I did like about him.

"He pissed me off." I say already showing signs of being annoyed about where this conversation was going.

"It seems that everyone just pisses you off." He replies trying not to entertain the conversation anymore.

"Whatever." I say standing up.

"And where do you think you're going?" He says standing up as well.

"To school. Duh." I say as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He just rolls his eyes.

"Don't fucking roll your eyes at me." I say almost crying. My father looks at me confused for a second. Then he tells me to sit down. I disobey him and say, "Hell no!" Then I run out of the house keys in hand and speed off.  (If my dad could really protect someone my mom would still be alive. I think in my head as I pull up to the school exactly on time.
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I know I promised that this episode would get to the wager part of the story but I realized that it would get too long. So next time will be the wager part of the story. I will try to make it up to you. Comment what I should do to apologize. Also I had some time today so I could update. If you liked this chapter or just enjoyed the song I put in please vote.