Violet Cartel is the mysterious, new addition to South High, With a mean right hook and a past that keeps her from staying for too long in one place, will she finally face her fears and fight the ghosts of her past?
She's a sassy bad-ass but when he...
Kylie's POV: "GET YER ASS DOWNSTAIRS, KYLIE, YA LIL SHIT!" Ummm, yeaaa, sorry about that. That's my father. In a panic, I rushed to put my clothes on, I'm not allowed to have a shower because I can't afford the water bills. Yes, I said I, when my mom died let's just say my father became someone else and no longer felt the need to pay any bills... I mentally reminded myself to go to the public showers after school. "GET MOVING, I BOTHERED TO GET UP AND REMIND YOU ABOUT SCHOOL SO DON'T BE LAZY"- *thump* There was a loud thump almost like my father had tripped or fallen over. As I ran into the messy kitchen, sure enough, I saw my 'dear' old father lying out cold on the ground, cuddling two empty bottles of beer and a half empty bottle of vodka. All were probably consumed by him in the last hour. You don't have to ask, yes, my dad is and alcoholic, among other things as well... I subconsciously rubbed the painful bruise under my ribs. Scared of him waking up, I grabbed my school bag and crept out the house without bothering with breakfast. I headed to my own personal hell and haven; school. I mean this because it gets me away from home but let's just say the people at school aren't very nice..... As I walked into the building I was tripped two or three times, all by girl's from the 'popular group'- Stacey's group. While I put all my books in my bag at my locker, I felt a sharp pinch on my right shoulder. Slowly I turned my head to see what had pinched me, five red talons, sorry, finger nails..!
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Within that moment's hesitation, someone else had yanked my shoulder backwards and pulled me through a door I didn't even know existed, straight outside...I felt really disorientated and could barely focus my eyes on anything, apart from the three Barbie Girl look-a-likes standing in front of me. One of the girls called Mia Stanley pulled me towards her by the end of my Dutch braid, "OWWWWW-oomph" shit! Stacey just actually punched me! It was nowhere near as hard as my- umm uhh, then I've seen in the movies...yeh the movies...but still it knocked the wind out of me. "That, you bitch, is for coming into this world, uninvited by me!" Her two minions started cackling like retarded hyenas.
For some reason today, all this bullying that I usually didn't take too hard, hit me like a ton of bricks. It was too similar to something that happens to me already at home. Like a switch had been flipped, my throat felt tight, I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach and all I could focus on was stopping myself from hyperventilating.
After that I don't quite remember what happened or how it happened but the new school bad-ass appeared from nowhere and came to my rescue, and it turns out she is just a girl (called Violet Cartel) with her guard up. She got me away from the Barbies, took me to the girl's bathroom and fixed me up with a layer of foundation over the bruises given to my by Stacey. I tried to refuse her help and makeup, but she's just as stubborn as me! Then the unexpected happened, after accidentally hugging her and seeing her jaw hit the floor, then me apologising for totally blowing it, she actually hugged me back! I couldn't believe it she simply smiled and said we could be friends! No one has wanted to be my friend since I shut down after my mom's death. Maybe it's time I finally opened up a bit? After that she let me ride her bike to the mall!
Before my mom's death, my dad was extremely protective of me, he worked at a motorbike shop and although I had always wanted to ride one of the bikes there, he never let me. Ironic now, I'd do anything to have someone feel like they should protect me, it's a feeling I've missed since mom. The bike ride was a small consolation though.
Once we arrived at the mall we spent almost two hours shopping for clothes, I felt as if I'd known Violet, or V, for my whole life. I know it might seem hard to understand but already she felt like a sister to me! Then something confusing happened, she received a text. Immediately she read at it her face morphed into a look of horror and something I would never associate with V-fear. "You know what Kylie? I gotta go! Why don't you get your precious daddy to come pick you up!" I saw sadness flash quickly in her eyes, so quick I wasn't sure if I even saw it. With that she ran off. Umeen I don't swear, ever, but what the fuck just happened.... thinking back everything between me and her was awesome till she got that weird ass text. From experience a person can easily be targeted online, however some how I couldn't believe V was being bullied by some high school punk. Something bad's going down. Next, I know it was a bit impulsive and not very well thought out, but I chose to follow V and see where she was going. While she started her bike I hailed a cab and so I didn't look suspicious just told the driver I'd tell him the directions as we drove. After around 15 minutes of not being spotted, we entered the bad side of the city, the driver carried on with his job but he looked visibly nervous, I can't blame him really. Finally V turned into a dark dead-end alleyway. Oh no! What if she is a dealer! It was certainly the right neighbourhood and with V's bad-ass personality, who knows. I told the driver to stop, paid him and jumped out with all my shopping bags, shit where do I put these! Ummmmm I'll stash them behind V's bike, let's hope we're friends again after whatever this is, otherwise that would be awkward. Turning around, I saw a rusty old door with a small murky window in it, surrounded by a heavily graffitied brick wall. Casually I walked up to it and with slightly sweaty palms forced it open. I guessed V had used this door because there were fresh scuff marks in front of it, showing me someone had just used it. Trying not to make a noise I crept down the stairs that led to another, out of place, plain white, door. Just before it closed shut from the last person (hopefully V) I jammed my foot in the frame. As I stepped through, I gagged harrrrd. The overwhelming odour of sweat and blood engulfed me, I grabbed my nose trying to block out the stench but it didn't help at all. As I looked around I became even more confused and slightly hesitant to continue, what if V wasn't here- NO! I am sure she is and I have to find out why she suddenly blanked me like that and if she's in any kind of trouble. End of. I heard a weird grunting sound and the sound of rubber smacking rubber as well as the sound of trainers squeaking against the floor. I followed the sounds and found myself in front of a door next to the bar. After what seemed like minutes of building myself up, I opened it and went through. There, in all her glory, was V skillfully beating the shit out of a punching bag! For a second I stared in awe until the bag collapsed to the floor. "Shit! How did she do that??!!" Then she turned around in shock and disbelief CLEAR in her eyes. Double shit! I JUST SAID THAT OUT LOUD!!! "Ky?!"
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Hey guys! This was just over 1000 words, I've written this much for the last couple chapters, is it not enough? Too much? Just right? Anyway it was quite hard writing kylies POV so I won't do it too much and not again for a while.... what's gonna happen next? XOXO Phoebe XOXO
