Life's a bitch. You've got to go out there and kick some asses off.
"Was it Todd that gave you the bruise on your eye the first time I saw you?" I asked him and he looked away from me. I had been dreading to know if it was Todd ever since he told me he was used to more pain. I needed to know if he was abused by someone else too, or only bullied by Todd.
"Yeah," he replied but I could tell he was lying. He changed his voice and became still. He avoided eye contact and blinked rapidly. His chest rose and fell in a fast pace. I knew it wasn't going to be easy for him to tell me, but I needed to know. I needed to be there for him.
"Liar." I drawled slowly and he shook his head and balled his fist. I was infuriating him so he would tell me out if frustration. I would do anything to get the truth from him.
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"I'd like to see him first," dad said with his hands akimbo and I rolled my eyes at his style of being the strict father."He can be very shy." I whispered and dad gave me a questioning look. I sighed and went over to open the door, ignoring Aunt Lily's teasing whistle. Uncle Levi on the other hand was holding a shot gun in case he needed to shoot the guy. His words not mine."My crazy family wants to see you." I told him and he exhaled in fright and rubbed his shaking hands together. He looked really good in a white long sleeved shirt and jean. His hair covered with a black head warmer.He came in and froze. I glared at Uncle Levi who pointed the gun to him. He grinned in happiness, and lowered the gun."I heard you're taking my girl out on a little trip?" Dad asked and I rolled my eyes. Ginger flinched and nodded slowly.
Warning: gory/violent scene. Read at your own risk.Don't underestimate short girls, we are more evil 'cause we're closer to hell."That's right fucker, be scared all you want but don't waste your fear, we still have some unfinished business." I told him and his lips trembled much to my pleasure. This was want I wanted. His mind unable to think straight because of me. Because of what I was capable of doing."You k-k-killed a married m-man and his 4 year o-o-old child," he stuttered and I rolled my eyes. Out of all things he could use to remember me was this."The man was annoying the hell out of me and he should have known not to bring his daughter into my rubber room or should I call it padded cell when he wanted to do his therapying." I told him with quoted fingers and his e
HARRIET-MANNERS POV"Fuck." I muttered as I slammed the tip of my already pink pointy finger inside my locker. That was excruciatingly painfy. Fucking stupid old lockers. Who on earth created these lockers anyway? I slung my side bag over my head, adjusted my light green uniform shirt and got in the midst of ugly headed students that had no regard for common sense when it came to walking in the hallways. I got out of Manchester Central high school and breathed shortly in relief. I made it out without any injuries.Walking on the streets of Manchester, I avoided the looks of fear from people I passed by. They saw me as a murderer and a psychopath, honestly I'm just 16 .Finally, I got to the lonely street of my home which wasn't so lonely as I saw some boys playing basket ball at the public court.My pace came to a halt when a ball hit my butt and I
CALLUM WOODS POVGrabbing my guitar and music journal, I left my usual spot and headed home. My thoughts kept going back to last night when I heard Mama crying. I had never seen her cry before and that made me scared. If anything, I was scared of what was going to happen if I knew what made her cry.Here I was, in front of my small home, fidgeting with my fingers, and thinking if I was to open the door or not. Papa's car was parked in front of the house so that meant he was at home. The fear in me kept rising when I heard her scream in pain."Please aaahhh!" I barged in quickly to see him with a bottle of scotch in his left hand and the other pinning my Mama against the wall, strangling her. A repitition of almost everyday but I still won't let him succeed. Even if it meant getting a scar from him."Who's gonna get
Keep your head up high,and your middle finger higher"Keep it moving Miss Nicholai," the female cop pushed me forward out of my cell, to the waiting room where I saw mom in her CBI uniform glaring daggers at my head. If looks could kill, I'm pretty sure I'll be six feet below the ground."Thank you officer Willis," mom sighed and I rolled my eyes."What the fuck is there to thank about? she's been mean to me for the last six hours." I exasperated and they both glared at me."Don't you dare utter a word Harriet. I'm one second away from snapping at you," mom scolded and I frowned at her."You don't have the righ
If you don't like me and you still watch everything I do, Bitch! Your a fanDressed up in a black hoodie, black ripped jeans, and my favorite black leather heel boots, I was ready to face the new therapist mom had appointed me with. She was the second therapist I was visiting since my release from the asylum two years ago. The first therapist died by an accident. Not like I did anything though. Okay fine I accidentally on purposely spoiled her brakes(she dared me too). I slung my side bag over my shoulders, ran my fingers through my short hair and left my room with Storm hot on my trail.I got down to the kitchen to see my brothers eating breakfast and Mrs Jenna fixing a plate of pancakes for me. I sat down and she placed it on my table
*the question isn't who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me*"Y-you're a monster," she whispered and I nodded, standing up."A monster." I repeated, walking over to her seat. "You think you know so much about me don't you?" I asked, picking up a pen. It had a sharp point at the end and I held it up to the light, analyzing it. This could do some damage. I smiled at the thought but quickly frowned, remembering where I was. I could get tasered or sent to an emergency asylum. "You read my file and thought, "oh! Manners is a monster!" I said in a high pitched voice."You're a murderer," she blurted out and I turned her chair around and stood right in between her legs, leaning my head to one side."So I killed a few people." I shrugged. "Boohoo." I said and she narrowed her eyes, following my movements when I started
"Here's your phone," Mom said and I snatched my iPhone from her and tucked it in my winter jacket pocket."C'mon Mom, the plane leaves in an hour." I reminded her and she drove out of the garage. This was it. I was going to live with the man I hadn't seen in 8 years. How was I supposed to behave in front of him?"You got your transfer letter and your dad's address right?" Mom asked and I rolled my eyes and nodded."Look Harriet, California isn't like Manchester. You make one move and you're gonna spend the rest of your life in juvenile. Clear?" Mom asked and I nodded. Clear my ass.She parked her car in front of the airport and I got down and brought out my luggages from the car trunk and backed my backpack, watching my brothers get down from the car with sad faces. How I wish I could bring them along with me. I was wo