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FOUR

VALERIE'S P.O.V

I calmly turned out eyeing the empty cup she was holding. "Hi there Stacy, long time no fight?" I purposely say that to rile her up since she is one of the many who has got her but kicked by me.

The lack of strength in her arms made her an easy target so it wasn't much of a fight except when she scratched me and one of her fake nails pierced my skin and stayed there, that was very annoying.

Her blue eyes meet mine, and all I could see was loathing anger which encouraged me to talk more.

"I hope your arm still works."

Slap

Why is everyone hell-bent on slapping me today? Okay let's get this over with, I think to myself.

"Listen here barbie unless you want to leave today with a black eye I suggest that you back the fuck off", her face paled slightly. I turned around addressing the crowd around me

"Nobody will help her clean this mess if I see anyone do any such thing there will be consequences" Nobody argued cause helping a cake faced doll wasn't on anyone's to-do list. I walked towards my room ready to get this sticky stuff off of me.

What a waste of food.

My room was nothing too special, a bed with a spring mattress on one side with an adjacent stand which had a frame of me and my dad, two drawers that held bullets, a knife and emergency cash. My closet consisted of black and grey clothes, running shoes and a pair of converse. In the middle of the room was a punching bag I had made out of old tires.

Stripping out of my clothes I headed towards the bathroom, looking at the mirror my scars stood out prominently. There were a few scars littered around my sides and one on my stomach.

Daddy loves you, sweetheart.

Shhhh screaming won't help.

Let's play a game.

Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I stood under the shower letting the hot steam engulf me for the time being.

After a few minutes, I got out and headed towards my closet pulling a black tank top with black shorts. I tightened my boots and headed back to the kitchen.

Reaching there I realized that Stacy hadn't started cleaning yet and was just yelling at an old woman for some stupid or no reason at all. This made me furious, I power walked towards her, she didn't see me coming. I held her by the throat and slammed her into the ground, my anger rising by the minute.

"You should be grateful to even enjoy all this luxury, lady. If I see you ever again trying something stupid or God help me!"

She started clawing at my hands, her face getting redder due to the lack of oxygen,

"CLEAN IT UP NOW!" I yelled removing my hand from her neck. She lied there wheezing, after making sure she was not going to faint on me I gave the old lady a smile and went to the living room.

I sat down on the couch and let my body relax for the first time today, the fatigue finally catching up with my body. I sighed and looked up at the ceiling thinking about being the best fighter and how awesome everything would be.

I heard some shuffling and then the sofa dip. "You missed training today, you had to see Ethan fighting shirtless, my lord I would fight wars every day if that was my view."

"You know what Wess, sometimes I think that the only reason you even talk to me is that I am friends with Ethan." I roll my eye, eyeing warily my not so straight best friend.

"Duh", he says in a matter of fact tone. I roll my eye and face him. "You know I overheard Arthur telling Mr.Riley today about your little adventure."

"Can we like not talk about that please?"

"Nope I have been waiting all day for some tea, also why is Stacy losing her mind in the kitchen?" That statement puts a smile on my face.

"That I can tell, Barbie over there spilled her drink on my head and then I had to put her back in line." Wess gives me the thumbs up and gets up. "I am going to go see Ethan"

"You mean stalk?"

"Darling you won't understand" He pats my hair making me growl and then walks out of the room, I get up too and walk to Arthur's room.

I knock and get in, he sits on the bed with his glasses on reading The Fault In Our Stars, seeing me he abruptly hides the book and removes his glasses. I stifle a laugh and look at him shaking my head.

"I am not even going to ask what old man fantasies you are trying to fulfill" He turns red but quickly covers it up giving me a disappointed look.

"Why are you here Valerie?"

"I want to fight you tomorrow."

"Okay"

"Okay"

I turn around ready to leave and walk towards the door "Oh by the way the dude died in the end." I close the door behind me hearing Arthur yell an annoyed nooooo and slam the book loudly.