Black Rose Red Blood (Completed)

Chapter ten - im sorry

Charlotte's P.O.V

Two years … two fucking years! 
My baby.
My world.
We haven't seen eachother for two fucking years!?
Just because he made one mistake.
He killed her.

The smell of smoke Brough me out of my thoughts. I climbed into my black slim ford SUV. My eyes drew to the traffic lights red. Urggg my anger grew as the grip on the steering wheel tightened, the lights turned green.

I sped off down the tracks and around the bend. I sped past the shops and the gym, past my house all the way into the woods. I came out the woods and sped towards the school. The red lambo was hot on my tail.

I saw school was out so I drifted round the bend back to where I started, I stepped out my car and made my way over to the red lambo that had just pulled out.

"Callum pay up" I say to my best mate as I helled my hand out for my £2000 reward.

He groaned and pulled it out slamming it into my hand "Bitch" he muttered.

I smirked as a certain fake cow pushed through the crowed.

"well what to we have here" Kathryn said her voice laced with venom as she dragged her fake nails over my car. As mutters echoed of girls who had not seen me get out

I hope he is hot
Only a guy has a car like that
Is he rich
Oml Tyrone would be so jealous
I hope he's hot like Tyrone
Maybe he's Tyrone's brother

"get your fake ass acrylic nails off my baby before I rip your head off!" I yelled at the Bitch who just scratched my car. I ran my hand over the scratch.

"what?" gasps echoed.

"you scratched my car!" I yelled grabbing a fist of her  blonde hair. "you worthless cow in going to make your fake ass blonde hair into a fucking coat after I rip your blue eyes out your clown mask off make up!"
My chest was rising and falling heavily.

"w-wh-what" she stuttered before I chucked her onto the ground. She had graised her cheek and her top had been ripped.

"I'm gonna kill you" I yell straddling her as I begin to throw punches at her face.

Just then Skye walked over. "char stop" I didn't I just kept hitting the fake cow.

As I was pulled off I saw two men standing bold in police uniform.

"Charlotte Cecila Brooks I presume" one said with a face hard as stone"

I nod as I slowly back to the car. "who wants to know?" 

"Mrs Brooks you are under arrest for the murder of Cecila Jessica Parker Brooks."  I froze my world just cane crashing down.

As I processed his words.

Murder of Cecila Jessica Parker Brooks

Murder of Cecila …

Murder …

Murder…

"MURDER ME OWN FUCKING SISTER!!!"  everyone jumped including the cops.

"Mrs br-"

"you think I murdered my own baby girl" I screamed tears falling down my face "did he send you!"  I yelled my blood boiling. "Did.My.Father.Send.You"

"Mrs Brooks come with us"

"PISS OFF PIGS" the police man reached for his gun but I drew mine first. "dont try shit" I made a run for it. I got in my car and drove to the end off the street. I broke down.

2 years she died and he thought it would be fun to say I killed her!
Stupid father!!  I wish I was never born.

Suddenly my body julted up… another nightmare

*-*-*-*-

The next couple weeks were myselfying low until November 19th.

I found myself making my way towards the track line, my hands gripped the steering wheel tight. I changed the gearstick and turned on the radio if I was going to race let's have some fun.

Red "on your marks" the announcer yelled over the screaming crowds.

Orange  "gets set" I reved my engine to show I wasn't playing around no more.

Green "go" i flew past them, my hands gripped the steering wheel tight. I began to make my way around the corner up towards the muddy path. I continued through the woods and up to the bend.

"she's not gonna make it"
"she's gonna crash"
"a girl can't make that"
"she'll have to drift"
"she can't"
"she won't"

I speed up turning at the last second to create the perfect drift,  from there I make my way towards the finish. I speed past and step out the car leaving everyone flabbergasted.

I collected my money and went to greet the loser, his navy blue Koenigsegg Agera RS stood out from the rest.

"I'm surprised you could keep on my tale boy I know I'm fast bu-" I turn to look at the tall lean figure. His electric eyes bore into my soul, his muscells encased in a tight white t-shirt with navy blue jeans.

"well if it isn't 'Mrs I-don't-do-school-but-i-punch-my-best-mates-ex-in-the-face.'" he said quotation marks around the nickname.

"Tyrone…"

(A/N this is just a filler as I'm in my GCSE'S and I'm starting up photography so please don't hate If it takes me a few weeks to update xx)