CHAPTER 6

At first I cared but then I was like Nah, fuck you

I yawned when I felt Storm on me and I got up, still tired. Damn those sleeping pills.

I was a sweating mess right now. Even after two nights, I wasn't used to sleeping without heater on. I got down from my bed and got to my mini bathroom and picked my brush and stared at the mirror.

My brown eyes had no emotion and my hair was short and wild, the usual. I had red bags under my eyes and I sighed. Even with the sleeping pills, I still look sleep deprived.

I stripped off my clothes and threw them in hamper before taking a shower.

I dressed up in a simple ripped jean shorts and oversized gray shirt and a ripped denim jacket. My hair was in a messy short ponytail and I wore my leather bracelet with my knife in it. Fuck mom and her stupid rules, because I can't kill anyone doesn't mean I can't hurt anyone. I took my new black psychotic side bag and left my room, towards the kitchen.

"Morning dad." I greeted jumping on the counter and he looked at me and smiled then went back to flipping his pancakes.

"Morning rage, you look nice," he told me and I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. Yesterday had been really busy for us. We had to do emergency cleaning and repainting of the house which of course, resulted in a paint fight. Then we signed up for Simley high school which was a 16 minutes drive from here. And finally he gave me one of his black cards. I've always known dad was damn rich, I mean he owns a fashion designing company and he writes and also he's a model. But ever since Garry died, he became distant. He worked silently, and stopped writing. I still sneakily saw dad's new modeling pictures in mom's closet.

"I'll be leaving to Simley today to submit the transfer letter." I told him and he turned to me with a smirk on his face.

"You'll have to do me the favor first," he raised his index finger and I groaned. I already knew what the favor was. He wanted me to apologize to Emily AKA the bitch next door for yesterday's attack. He explained to me that she was working for him. She helped him to hide his celebrity identity here, and she acted like that because she thought I found out who he was. In my opinion, I would say that she was jealous because I was prettier.

"Do I have to?" I whined and he laughed.

"Yes or else you won't get the surprise I have for you," he said and I rolled my eyes and grabbed the plate of pancakes from him and got down from the counter. I wore my black high top shoe and left the house, heading to her house. I knocked on her door and I heard a faint reply.

Soon she opened and I had a huge scowl on my face when she smiled. Her nose was a little swollen and that made me a bit happy.

"I'm sorry for what I did yesterday." I forced the words out through gritted teeth and she shook her head.

"Don't be. I've heard a lot about you from Mr Kade and I'm sorry about how I reacted," she explained and I nodded.

"A piece offering to you." I gave her the food and she laughed and took it from me.

"Would you like come in?" She asked and I shook my head no.

"I promise I don't bite," she said and I snorted inwardly.

"Actually I'm busy, maybe next time." I told her and left before she could reply. I got into the house and sighed when I shut the door.

"How'd it go?" Dad asked as he fixed breakfast for the both of us.

"Not bad." I replied shortly and he laughed. We both ate in silence. There was this question bothering me and I never knew how to ask him.

"What is it Rage?" Dad asked and I scrunched my eyebrows at him. "You look like you want to ask a million questions," he laughed and I sighed and dropped my chocolate syrup.

"You never asked of mom. Don't you care about her anymore? Do you have a new girlfriend now?" I asked and he gave me a sad smile.

"The more I think about her, the more miserable I become," he replied and I still stared at him until he waved off the topic.

We finished our meal and I assisted dad in washing the dishes. Okay maybe I didn't. I just sat on the counter and talked about my life in the asylum and about Wesley and Wilson.

"Dad the surprise you promised." I reminded him as I got ready to visit the so called school.

"Come with me," he motioned with his fingers and I followed. We left the house and went to his garage. He opened the garage door and my mouth hung open at the black jeep wrangler.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped and dad shook his head at me with narrowed eyes. Like I care. He says cuss words so who am I not to follow.

"That's not what we're here for," he said and went to an object covered with a cloth. It had the shape of a bike. He pulled the cloth off and I gasped in excitement.

"Harley Davidson iron 883!" I screamed in delight and he gave me the key.

"Remember when you were 6 and you told me you wanted a cool bike for your birthday and I told you were too young so I bought you a toy bike of your size promising to buy you a bigger bike when you're 16," he said and I nodded still wrapped up around the bike.

"But dad I don't have a driver's license." I frowned and he shook his head.

"I took care of that yesterday," he said and I smiled. The best part was I knew how to ride it. My best friend in the asylum who was a good behavior teacher would teach me how to ride his, when we had free time. I fixed my helmet and ignited the bike, giggling when it roared to life.

"See ya!" I yelled to him and drove off, using the bike GPS to make my way to the school.

I got in front of the school's gate. The gate was wide open and I got in, parking my bike in the visitor's parking lot and I got into the school. I got closer to the receptionist and she glanced up at me questionably.

"May I help you miss?" she asked.

"The principal's office?" I asked her.

"Name?" she asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Harriet-Manners Nicholai." I told her and she typed my name into her Mac.

"Next floor, search for a door with the principal tag on it," she told me and I made my move. This floor was definitely the teacher's floor. I found the door of his office and opened it, not bothering to knock. He glared at me and I rolled my eyes.

"Harriet-Manners Nicholai, I applied for this school yesterday and I was told to submit my transfer letter today," I told him and his widened in amusement as I dropped the letter on his table.

"You're the kid criminal from England," he said while signing the letter and I graced him the beautiful sight of my middle finger knowing he couldn't see me.

"Tomorrow you will resume. Your stationeries will be in your assigned locker before tomorrow. You'll be given your locker combination and schedule tomorrow. You may leave," he dismissed me and I nodded and walked towards the door. His voice stopped me as I opened it.

"Don't mess up the last opportunity that the government gave you. Or else, you'll spend the rest of your years in hell," he advised and I shook my head and walked out. I ignored the stares given to me as I left the school with my bike. I got to McDonalds to eat some junks since I was starving. I ordered Chicken McNuggets and and began to eat.

I looked out of the glass my eyes found a street performer sitting on the lane with an open guitar case on the floor. He played his guitar and sang my favorite song. Boy in the bubble by Alec Benjamin.

I left the food tip on the table and got out of the cafe. I walked across the street and stood in front of him. He looked up at me with sad and grateful eyes and my jaw ticked at the purple bruise on his left swollen eyes. His good eye was beautiful. It was a mixture of blue and hazel but mostly blue. He had a cute nose and his lips were cupids bow like and slightly pale skin. I admired his red hair that fell on the side of his face from his head warmer.

I dropped a few notes in his case and stood there while his sang. Whispering the only words my brain could form,

"Ginger."

Yay!!! They finally met

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