Appalled I stand up and slap him. I hear gasps around me but I don't care. I only care about hurting this boy in front of me. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you!" I repeat over and over again. With every "I hate you" I slap him everywhere. I kick his 'treasure chest' over and over again. He grunts as he doubles over in pain. I hear people screaming at me to stop. I feel people trying to get me away from him. But I don't. This boy needs to pay. Dearly. Why? Because... He Broke The Bad Girl. *contains scenes of violence. Use of drugs. Sexual innuendos and A LOT of swearing.All Rights Reserved