CLASHES

Someone screamed as I dug my hands into Emiliana's hair.

The pale blonde dug her hands into my hair in response and the moment, I slammed her into a wall, she stared at me with wide shocked eyes; I wasn't the tallest person on planet earth and I definitely wouldn't win an award concerning great body build, I was slender – slender, beautiful but slim.

People often confused my body stature as someone who wouldn't be able to hold their ground in a fight when the truth was, I knew exactly how to maximize my skin and bones if push came to shove.

"You are hurting me!" She screeched as she tried to push me away. I let her go and slapped her across the face twice, she roared and tugged on my hair tighter, her knee connected with my rib and it was my turn to let out a yelp, I grunted and rolled over, I didn't know why no-one was stopping this fight, but I appreciated it.

It was high time people like Emiliana got what was coming to them. On a normal day, I could never imagine myself doing this. But today was not a normal day, I lost my job, I'm out on the streets and I have nowhere else to go.

If I gave the stuck-up two-bit girl a piece of my mind today – I had absolutely nothing to lose.

I pushed myself up as I caught a glance at my father's picture. Derek and oi had taken that photo when I was twelve and he had taken me out to a festival in Mexico. That was the only photo my mother had allowed me to take home and now it was –

I wasn't allowed to complete my thought because someone grabbed the photo out of the frame. I bounced up at a pace I wasn't sure I had in me prior today and matched eyes with Emiliana "Return it." I spat as I held my hand out to collect it. She reached out the photo to me almost as if she was going to hand it over then at the last moment she retracted and tore it.

She tore it, she tore into shreds, memories flashed before my eyes and heaven know that all I saw was red from then on, I had never felt so much anger and pain at the same time. I was furious.

This time I did not grab her hair, no, No. I slammed her to the ground and I slapped her across the face over and over again because I wanted it to scar.

"Who do you think you are huh?" I said as I slapped her across the face with my ring-coated hand. She yelped "you think you can just pick on anyone? That you can humiliate them however you wish? Huh? Is that how it works?" I spat as a landed two slaps across her face. She spat out blood.

"That you can just tear someone's memories and childhood apart? Huh?" my voice was heavy with emotion.

"Y-you are going to kill me!" she gasped.

"that's my intention, and when you get to the afterlife, send my father some regards. Tell him —His daughter sent you there- who am I kidding? You are probably going to hell!" I was about to hit her in the head with one of the small vases that had crawled out of my bag when someone grabbed me and pulled me back.

I didn't even wait to see it was and I had already berserk on them because anyone who was going to try and stop me from killing this girl today was going to end up dead too, my hair covered my vision as I struggled with this person, from the grip on my limbs I could figure out the fact that it was a man. I was about to pull away when he pulled me closer.

My hair left my face and we locked eyes in a split moment before my ankle connected with his jaw.