The Princess of the Streets

Eighteen - Chaos

A/N: Just a warning, the beginning is very angry and slightly overwhelming. Lol. Anyway, I hope you like it. 

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I was sitting in the back of my Dad's car with my parents in the front seats, Sofia in the back with me, and Belle in her car seat in between us. Kaycee was in her own car, following us there.

Belle kept making 'vroom'ing noises with her lips while playing with her sippy cup. "Cut it out, Belle. You're getting spit everywhere," Sofia complained.

Belle was in the middle of doing it again when I reached over and tickled her stomach. She began laughing hysterically, which really got spit all over the place.

"Ew!" Sofia shouted.

"Oh, stuff it, would you? She's a baby, she's allowed to spit all she fucking wants," I snapped. How did people like her get to be mothers?

"Hey, watch your mouth," Cara said from the passengers' seat. 

"Sorry." 

"Why do you try to correct me all the time, Chase? You don't even have a kid." When she talked like that, she always sounded like she was better than me and rubbing it in my face.

"And neither should you!" I stopped and rethought that statement, immediately feeling guilty towards Belle for saying it. "Not that I'm unhappy about you being here, Belley-boo," I cooed. 

"That was sick to say," she said.

"Oh, right, I should leave that sort of stuff up to you. You're the best at it, after all."

The inside of the car was so dark I didn't see Sofia's hand coming at me before she smacked me in the face.

I gasped and reacted on impulse, taking her hand before she could pull it away and twisting it.

"Ow, ow, ow!" she shouted, using her other hand to smack mine.

"Girls!" Dad roared.

I ignored him and unbuckled my seat belt so I could stand on the seat. I was awkwardly bent, but I had no problem taking off my sandal and smacking her with it wherever I could get at.

She was screaming and hitting me back. Cara was freaking out in the front seat. "Chase, sit down right now! What are you doing?!"

"THAT'S IT!" Dad shouted. But I was still pissed at him, so I ignored him. That is, until he stomped down on the brakes.

I screamed as I flew backwards, but the seat thankfully stopped me from crashing through the windshield. 

"Adrien!" Cara shouted as he got out of the car.

I was too preoccupied with controlling my panicked breathing to care. And then the best thing that could have happened at the time did. First it started with a sizzling sound, and then orange soda was all over Belle's pretty blue dress from her sippy cup. 

"Oh, please just let me die," I moaned, looking up.

The car door opened, and Dad pulled me out. I didn't even fight him as he sat me down on the road.

"I don't know what the fuck your problem is lately, but you better straighten it out. Do you hear me?" 

I didn't even know what my problem was. I was just having a miserable night. "Lately? It's been one day, what you mean lately?" I said.