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I don't like the road , I adore it

"Oh shut up Storm all you ever do is complain."
I turned to give my roommate a sharp dig in the ribs. Which resulted in me getting slapped. Great.

You're probably wanting some context round about now right? Well , where do I even begin. I decided to stay with my foster parents until I was 21 , since over time I had grown to truly care for them. We were still as close as ever and I made sure to see them at least once a fortnight.

My career in boxing had slowly driven me to be a stunt double. It gave me the same type of adrenaline and thrill , and I got the opportunity to do something I adored and get paid for it. I hated getting directed and told what to do but as soon as I was actually preforming I was in my element , the rush to my head and my heart pounding in my chest making me forget everyone and everything else around me.

Storm , as much as it doesn't seem like it happens to be my best friend and roommate , since I now live in a flat on the outskirts of LA which I would definitely would not be able to afford without her.

Then ... there's the tiny fact that I was still completely enraptured in my parents murder.

I was still trying to figure out who could possibly have wanted to kill my seemingly dysfunctional yet normal parents. I was now through around three quarters of all their old belongings and I was giving up hope. Surely there had to be SOME clue , SOME motive , incentive , or even nudge in the right direction that might be in here. But as of yet...nothing.

This was the only side of me that Storm didn't know about ... and I wanted to keep it that way. I scared enough people off when I was younger , desperate not to let anyone in , but times have changed. Initially I only made friends with her because I needed a cover to make my life seem perfectly normal , even slightly glamorous , however after time , as much of a cliche it is ... I grew to like the bitch.

However today she was really starting to piss me off. She was just complaining to me about bad date after bad date. I really don't understand why she's so bothered with guys , I've never really cared about them all that much myself. I'd go on a date every so often to live up to social standards... but I can't say I ever really connected with any of them , there were always SO many things wrong. Saying all that , I do usually put up with Storms incessant jabber , I just could tolerate it today. Things were getting on top with me , with work , Storm , my parents health , not yet having anything to go off with my ACTUAL parents , and ... the fact it was nearing the 1o year anniversary of my brothers death.

I shrugged her off and set off to work. I couldn't help but to feel there was eyes on me but I was used to that.. my therapist told me it was simple paranoia and that it nothing to bother my "little self" with. As you can probably tell I don't visit my therapist all that often. I'd had a enough of being patronised in my life all ready.

When I got to work it was like a massive weight had been taken off my shoulders. It was a familiar atmosphere, however one that didn't require TOO much social interaction , which was just how I liked it. I robotically went to my dressing room and set my stuff to the side. I didn't have a large ornamental room like the actors but it was good enough. As I sat down on the stool and stared into the mirror I finally let out a sigh and allowed myself to relax. I was no longer me , I was Ruby Thorn , a character of great strength and nerve. Someone who could power through anything and do it all while still looking hot as hell.

It was at this moment I heard a voice , a female voice that was loud and demanding. A voice which I had never heard on set before , and it was coming towards me , along with my director. I quickly prepared myself for whatever unknown was heading in my direction. A list of possibilities rushing through my head. These thoughts were still going when they came into sight and as level headed as I usually am , what I saw knocked the breath out of me.

The woman gliding towards me was stunning. She was more beautiful than anyone I could have possibly imagined. She had roughly the same build as me but on her it was as if every good part was highlighted and all her features were enhanced. The main difference between the two of us was our eyes. Mine were plain brown whereas her shone in a beautiful emerald and it was as though every time she batted her eyelashes they shined even brighter. However there was one last striking difference I saw , just above her cheekbone and a singular freckle there was a scar , it was small yet if you really looked at her it was unmissable. How on Earth she could of got a scar in such a place was a mystery to me.

I was contemplating all this new information when my directors voice snapped me out of it.

"Vee , are you even listening?! This is Elektra"

Hmm fierce name. I my lips slowly started to quirk you into a smile.

"She will be sharing to role of stunt double with you."

The smile dropped off my face , I opened my mouth to complain but was cut off straight away.

"Violet shut up. This was the best decision for the film and I'm your boss and it stays that way."

I had already made my mind up long ago that he was a twat , but this definitely confirmed it. To make matters worse , I looked up to see Elektra smirking.

"Just call me lex" she grinned. She was taunting me already. In that moment I made up my mind that whoever this girl was and where ever she was from , I hated her , and I'd make sure to give her another scar where that one came from.