Taming You

Chapter One

Chapter One:

Keren Wilson’s POV

I woke up early in the morning, feeling I’ve been punched in the guts. Well, apparently I have since I got a few damages after beating that guy who tried to smack my sister’s ass. Yep, I know what you are thinking. You’re thinking that why would a girl like me beat up somebody’s ass. Well, blame that on my father who taught how to fight.

Being taught by him is like losing my sexuality. I thought about that at first and hesitated to obey his orders on actually making me lift weights and perform fifty push-ups every day. Eventually after getting fed up by my classmate’s bullying, I gave in. After months of training, I actually got into my first fight in school and it involves smacking and kicking a classmate in the groin after throwing juice on me purposely.

After that, I became the well-known bad ass in school. I ditched the thick-rimmed glasses and wore black contacts over my light brown ones. I colored my natural blonde into black except 2 inches of my hair at the tip so it looks like I’m wearing extensions. And I also ditched my nice girl façade and turned into someone who cuss and fights when someone provokes me.

Actually, I’m not your typical cliché bad girl. I still am the top student in school since the geeky side of me won’t let the bad girl reputation ruin my studies. I don’t smoke and I definitely don’t do drugs. It’ll take the apocalypse before I do that.

I still act polite to people who are actually polite to me but given my bad girl reputation, they probably act polite to avoid getting on my bad side. I don’t bully people who has done absolutely nothing to me except provoking me of course and because that’s just like stooping low and I’ve been there before.

So where was I? Oh right.

I woke up with a major headache. I groaned and clutched my stomach. Why does it fucking hurt? I know I’m the one who actually inflicted a lot of damage on that guy’s body and face but it still doesn’t change the fact that he hit me on my stomach on that brawl we had earlier.

I tried sitting down but I was too tired to do that so the only thing that made sense to do was lay down there and wait for Erich to help me up. Apparently, both our parents are in Rome taking a vacation and left me and my sister with our “babysitter” who is nowhere to be found.

Why the hell would they hire a babysitter when she doesn’t even do her job in going to the groceries and get us food? She doesn’t even do a good job in keeping the house clean and I actually have to count how many plates she broke already. Is washing the dishes that hard? Cause man, if it’s that hard, she should try get punched in the stomach sometime and I’ll volunteer myself to do that. Hard.

I was lifted from my thoughts when someone lightly knocked on my door. I purposely groaned loudly so that she’ll hear and appreciate what I did yesterday but all I got is a scowl.

“You don’t really have to do that you know. You could have just let it pass. Now look at what’s happening to you now.” She snapped but I can hear her voice trembling. Actually, after I turned into a bad girl, my twin sister tries her very best to avoid me. Maybe she’s just scared of me and wants me out of her sight.

She was carrying an ice pack with her and sat down on the far end of my bed. I know I tend to be violent but I don’t hurt family so why is she acting suspicious at me getting near her. It really hurts knowing that even your own family judges you.

“I don’t bite Erich.” I reassured her and she looked at me like what I said was a joke. She nodded but she still doesn’t go near. I stopped myself from the urge of actually rolling my eyes at her. Doesn’t she know that she’s acting like a wimp right now? My twin sister and I used to get along. She was the popular girl who excels in sports and I was the nerdy twin sister whose sanctuary is the library. After my major change, she tries her best to avoid me even in the house and it’s getting on my nerves sometimes.