Bad Blood

Rebel is My Middle Name

Did he mean sex? Or did he just want me to dance on this stupid pole for a while until he gets bored by me? By the look on his eyes I knew it was the first option. Actually, now that I think about it...he kinda looks like a pedophile that hasn't fucked a kid in ages. I mentally laughed at the thought. Who knows, maybe he is into that stuff? I just hope I never find out.

Maybe I could just sit here and not do a thing until I get to the next guy's house? It was a possible option, after all. I was known to be a little rebellious every once in a while. If I showed these bastards that they couldn't get to me then maybe the others would rebel as well. I gave Harry a sweet smile, the words slipping out of my lips anything but sweet, "I would rather go fuck this pole here than ever be touched by a disgusting pervert like yourself, who prides himself on screwing innocent girls who don't have a choice!" I yelled. Harry was as red as a tomato ready to explode. He took a menacing step towards me, his body shaking with anger.

I tried not to show my fear by keeping eye contact, until I felt my head whip to the side when the back of Harry's hand made contact with my cheek. The rings on his fingers leaving cuts on my face.

"You bitch! How dare you speak to me like that? You'll regret making an enemy out of me." Harry said menacingly as he walked away. Before he left he turned to me one last time, "Good luck finding food to eat, whore." He spat before slamming the door shut.

Well, shit.

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Sorry for the short update!! Ahhhh I cry when I see Ashton's new tattoo. Ugh, they grow up so fast. I've been having really bad internet lately so I may be updating later than usual. Hope you like it so far!

P.S. My boos are Ashton and Louis.

-smiles10156 xoxo