Chapter 37 - Little Miss B*tch Face

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Chapter 37

I open my phone to see I have a new message off Grace.

"Come round to mine, take your mind off everything."

"Okay" I replied placing my phone back in my pocket.

"Tris I'm going round to a friends" I shout up the stairs.

"Kay" he shouted back making me laugh at how lazy we are, not bothering to walk up and down the stairs.

Brad left yesterday evening and it's been 3 days since the whole baseball thing. I don't think I ever really want to play it ever again after all the stress and problems it has given me.

I needed to go and get petrol on the way to Grace's so I stopped off at the nearest petrol station and started to fill up my tank. (Just so you know a petrol station is kind of like a gas station xx)

I couldn't help but notice how quite it seemed as I walked into the shop to pay.

Once I finished paying the ridiculous amount of money I walked back over to my car but stopped dead in my tea is at the sight before me.

"Look who it is! Little miss bitch face"

Huh look in a mirror darling.

"Please just stop it Shannon" I pleaded looking down.

"Awh, begging for mercy?" She laughed shoving my shoulder.

"No, I just want you stop being a bitch to me all the time" I spat flinching away from her touch.

"Being a what?" She asked backing me into the wall.

"A bitch" I whispered with full regret taking over me.

"Oh no you didn't" she said through gritted teeth.

That's it.

She slapped me.

Right across the face.

"Say it again" she laughed grabbing ahold of my hoddie and slamming me into the wall.

"Please just leave me alone" I cried grabbing my head as it was being slammed into a wall multiple times.

Lovely

"Oh no, I'm not finished with you yet" she smirked as she pulled my hair.

"Owwww!!" I screamed trying to break free from her grip.

"GO ON, SAY IT! SAY HOW IM A BITCH" she shouted as you slapped me again.

"I'm sorry!" I cried wishing I was dead or somthing.

"Oh yeah, you will be" she laughed picking up her bag and walking away.

What the hell just happened?

I put a hand to my head and looked at it.

Man I need to get cleaned up.

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