Bad Girl VS Bad Boy

chapter 17

"Ah you're not out here giving her a lecture for not being in class are you? Look at her she has a legitimate reason for not being there?" Ben said gesturing to me emphatically. I rolled my eyes at his words.

"He's checking on my well-being dumbass" I stuck out my tongue and laughed as he pushed me. Max lounged lazily against the door frame as he watched the scene lay out in front of him. He kicked off the door frame and slung his arm across my shoulders and I looked at him like he was insane. "Off dumbass 1, why don't you take dumbass two back inside and do something other than waste Professor Landons time.

He looked mock hurt as he put his hand across his heart"That, almost hurt. I can't even" I groaned at that phrase, he used this all the time when he was messing around. Somehow he managed to do it in the perfect moments though. "Go!" I slung his arm off me and bumped him into Ben who was grinning like and evil genius. "Ok, ok we will go inside, but..." he then launched at me, picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder as he trudged through the door, laughing all the way. I saw Max close the door and Landon walking away shaking his head in bemusement. Meh he is leaving me to fend for myself in a group full of hooligans and crazy people.

There was murmuring in the kitchen. "Look at what I found in the hallway, I think she is some type of sacrificial offering." I was plopped into the bar chair that I was previously sitting at before I had answered the door. I groaned as my bruised side hit the counter. "You dick" I gasped, as the pain came back in my side. Ben was at eye level with in a split second.

"Oh my, I am so fucking sorry man, I totally forgot how bruised you are, fuck!" his hands were bare whispers on my shoulders as concern was shown clearly on his face. "Its cool man, I'll get you back later." His faced morphed into one of a slight frown. He plopped on his butt on the tile floor in front of me.

We finished breakfast and spent the rest of the day watching various shows, until the guys finally left and the house grew silent. I decided to go into the living room and clean up the mess. By now there was blood dried against the wall and hard wood floor. As well as, my hand prints on the wall and foot prints leading away from the scene and onto the elevator. I shivered at the memory and swept all the glass.

I walked into the kitchen and put a dry rag under warm water to wet and then grabbed a small bucket and filled it with the warm water as well. I scrubbed at the walls, wiping away all the evidence of that gruesome night. The more I scrubbed the more the memories came back. Water droplets fell onto my hand, I looked in confusion for a second before I realized it had come from me. Tears were falling down my face, and sat looking at the wall that still had smeared blood. I could still feel the sting of being slammed against the wall.

I could always tell, but who would really believe me, and even if they did who could do something about it. After all, he was powerful man, who had unlimited resources. Someone who could make people disappear, even down to the law. I walked to the other side of my living room and turned on my iPod to all time low, only to here damned if I do ya come through the speakers. Any sad mood I was in went out the door and all I wanted to do was dance and have fun and be let of my figurative cage. To feel light as a feather and take a true breath without the heavy world to weigh me down.

"Cuz I'm damned if I do ya damned if I don't, whoa oh oh how was I supposed to know...."

This is totally my song of the day. I walked into the bathroom and looked into my full length mirror. Stripped till I was bear to the florescent light that emphasized every bruise, cut and flaw that was my body. I looked and for once I didn't feel sad at my father's hand prints that lay in black and blue upon my skin. I was determined, to take my skills to a new level. To defeat the fear that devours me every time he steps into the room. Why am I still trying to be in good graces? Why let fear leave me frozen. Who said he had to win. My life was different now, I was stronger for the past. He wants a rebellious daughter, I smiled in the mirror. Not a happy smile but a smile that sends chills down ones back. I will show him what a rebellious daughter is. This time though fear won't take over me. I won't feel it anymore.

I'll hurt him so bad that he will fall through the cracks and incinerate in flames from the depths of his soul I want the flames of hell to lick his skin, set fire to his veins. Hold him tight within the grasp of fear. I don't want it to freeze him like it does to me. But, to flame up and burn his existence into ashes. To feel so much fear that he can't cool down nor will he be able to rule over anyone like he has to me and my deceased mother.

I started laughing uncontrollably as I fell to the floor. On my knees still facing the mirror I saw a stranger looking back at me through my eyes. Yet, I liked it, the feeling of power coursing through me like a river, rushing like adrenalin and falling to the pit of my stomach, only to stumble to my toes and wash to around me. Fuck him, and the supposed good life he had given me.Getting up I put on black skinny, a black veil t-shirt that was ribboned down the back and black closed heels. Slicking my hair back into a high tight pony tail. I added eyeliner, mascara and concealer with a bronze blush to emphasize my cheekbones. In the bedroom I walked up to jewelry box and pulled out my lip ring and cartlidge piercing. Sticking them in I grabbed black nail polish and painted my nail black and added a burgundy finish to make them an amazingly pretty color.

I called up the guys with a smile knowing the fun was now about to begin. It's officially time to say fuck it, I am nowhere near the lady I pretended to be and the me that I have been hiding is coming out to play.