The New BadAss In Town

Prologue

Avalon Green

I leaned back against my cell wall, taking a puff from the cigarette that was in between my fingers. A swirl of smoke escaped my lips, as I took a deep breath.

"Hey! No smoking in here."

I looked at the officer emotionless.

"Fuck off."

The officer rolled his eyes, and continued filing his paperwork. I took another puff from the cigarette.

After releasing two more swirls of smoke, I crushed the cigarette butt against the wall.

"When can I get the fuck out of here?" I said, walking towards my cell bars.

"You wouldn't be here in the 1st place if you hadn't of stolen a car."

"I was fucking drunk."

"Underaged." He tsked.

"I'm 17, I'll do whatever the fuck I want." I replied. "Fuck." I said, punching the wall.

"Punching walls won't help you get out of here."

"Well maybe you just shut the fuck up, before I shut it for you, Officer." I growled out.

I was totally not in the mood to be arguing with a damned cop.

Another officer, a woman, walked to the officer that locked me in here, and started talking to him quietly.

I heard him protest, but she gave him a warning look.

He walked towards my cell and took a key, placing it in the lock, and unlocking my cell door.

"Fucking freedom, finally!" I yelled, before making my way out of the cell.

"Someone came to bail you out.. Unfortunately." I heard his mutter the last part.

He roughly grabbed me by my arm, and ushered me out of the room and into the main lobby.

There, I saw my mother and father waiting for me.

Before the cop could exit, I placed a punch to his nose, hearing a satisfying crunch.

"Never grab me like that again." I muttered, and he swore profanities at me.

I walked towards my parents with a look of disgust on my face.

"Hey mum." I grinned, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"Father."

"Avalon, dear." He smiled warmly at me, regardless of my attitude towards him.

"Let's not make small talk, get straight to the point. What's he doing here?" I said, folding my arms.

"Avalon, you've been getting in too much trouble here. You got kicked out of school yesterday, and you're lucky they even let you pass the 11th grade with all the trouble you've been getting into. In and out of school."
My mother spoke.

"And? That still doesn't explain why this scumbag is here." I said, not moving my stance.

"There's no easy way to say this, Ava."

Ava? She hasn't called me Ava since he left us.

"Mother." I spoke, calmly, yet angrily.

"Avalon, sweetie, you're moving in with your father to Los Angeles." She spoke, and immediately cringed, waiting for my reaction.

"Okay."

"Okay?" She asked.

"Okay."

I brushed past them without another word.

Shit.

I needed a cigarette.