Anger (Hell's Heaven #1) by K. Green (ebook reader 7 inch .TXT) 📖

principle is not even solved yet. Dammit.

 

I wake up from a nightmare again. Since this video I get nightmares every time I go to sleep. It makes me tired, than relaxed. I guess I am mentally exhausted.

I look the clock. 6;30am. Well awesome…

After my bathroom needs I dress up fast and I go downstairs to make a coffee. Miranda was already sitting there with her son, and my father is nowhere to be seen. I take my coffee and I sit on the countertop.

“Did you had normal talk with your father?” why do you even ask? You heard half of it. Pfft.

“Doubt that’s your business”

“Say that to your nightmares. Your voice is loud.”

“None of your business once again.” She drops the newspaper and look at me.

“Liese, you know that the principle is so close to send you somewhere else?” I shrug “You don’t care?” I shrug again “Do you even care about something?”

“Yes, myself and my father.” I take a sip from and I move my legs forward and backwards. She shook her head and left the kitchen leaving me with Alex alone. I keep drinking my coffee.

“So…” he started. “I guess now I understood why you had my father’s voice record with you.”

“He’s been threatening my father with me.”

“Typical for him” I look him “He’s been an asshole all of my life. My childhood wasn’t dreamy like yours here. Mine was hell.”

“Why you even tell me this?”

“You think wrong for us. I am not dreamy guy, you know. I’ve been through hell because of him” he stood up from the chair and came to come, he leaned his hands on each side of me. “The thing that pisses me off is that my father is still alive… and I want him dead.”

“For once, our mind is thinking the same” He leaned forward, now he’s way too close to me. I move backwards

“But you know… if you want my help… you have to do some stuff for me”

Is he serious right now? Of course I need his help if I want this bitch to be dead, and since we are thinking the same, why would he want to make conditions in his advantage? Isn’t he hurt one too here? He seriously know how to kill people’s willing to do something good, once in a while in their life.

“You know how to keep you possessions safe, right?” I nod surprised “I’ll be your possession if you get rid of your friend off my ass”

Say what? Get rid of a friend? Wesley and Emily? Impossible to do that. I frown.

“Who is it?” really you fucking mouth? Really? Did you seriously had to say that? And since when I want him as my possession… oh… he offers himself as my boyfriend? “You offer yourself for my boyfriend?” he looks my lips then my eyes again.

“Is that a yes?” he asks

“Why would you do that?”

“I want this Korean asshole to be dead.” He said then he lowered his voice to whisper “And the only way is through you.”

So in same time he want to use me for his advantage? Wow. Doubt it’s going to be that hard.

“Who is the person and I’ll think about it.” I take a sip from my coffee

“Stacy” I choke on it

“You know she’s pregnant right?” he shrugs

“Her problem. She’s been on my ass since I’m here”

“So if I help, you help me to find your father, and you’ll be my boyfriend?” he nods smiling. “And how am I supposed to do that?” he grabbed my thigh and pulled me, leaning more towards me

“We’ll just provoke her.”

Not this again. So many dramas and performances around. Give me a break!

So let’s see what’s going on here. I get rid of Stacy. I have him as a boyfriend, which I am not looking forward. I find his father, and I do my little revenge. Sounds sweet enough for me. And the things he gets are no annoying bitch after his ass, a girlfriend, and a dead father. Pretty much equal isn’t it? I sigh and I shook my head with disbelief.

Look what I go through for you Mother. Thank you!

I push him and I jump off the countertop. I run my fingers through my hair and lick my lips.

“So?” he asked I nod. “Good.”

I take my bag from the floor and go towards the door. He follows me. Man, if anything of this, fucks up, and if he tells me lies, I’ll kill him together with his father. Even my eye won’t blink.

 

After all I couldn’t escape from my psychotherapist. Right I am waiting outside of his cabinet. Some other kid was there, only God knows who. But I should focus on my problems right now. How am I supposed to find Alex’s father easy and fast, without him to notice me, neither recognize me. If I could do the both of them, how am I supposed to ambush him? A lot of things can go wrong. Like taking me with him in their MC, or kill me on place. Let’s add he can torture me for some bullshits I don’t know. Awesome future for me, but I never said it’ll be easy. Shit…

The door opens and a kid leaves crying.

“Liese?” Dr. Joes said walking out “Come in”

I stand up and walking. I sit on the couch. Oh look, new window.

“You seem tired” he said sitting “How you’ve been this weekend” I shrug “Not feeling like talking?”

“I have a lot of things on my mind.” He doesn’t say anything just looking at me “I just saw my mother getting killed, you happy now you asshole? That’s what you want to hear?”

“Not really, I am really sorry you saw such thing.”

“Obviously”

“How did she die? How did you feel and most importantly did you feel anger?” Don’t tell me this idiot really asked me those questions.

“You serious?” he nods

“You should talk Liese, in my opinion that’s what you are missing in your family. Connection”

“No shit Sherlock, you are genius!”

“Leave the sarcasm Liese. Answer the questions. How did she die?”

“Shot in the head” his eyes widened “Only thing felt” I lean forward “Was anger towards his asshole, who was on the fucking camera.”

“You saw your mother’s death and killer on a camera. That’s unusual. Do you have bad dreams?”

“The black circles under my eyes says enough, don’t you think?” I knew what he was going to ask, so I rub my eyes defeated. “It’s my mother’s killer. He kill me then rape my dead body.”

 

By this psychotherapist I was excused from next two lessons. We talked way too much, and to be honest, I feel better. Maybe I really needed that. To talk. The problem is with who to talk in my world? Everybody are busy doing their own stuff. Wesley is busy with his girlfriend and my father has work to do, for all the charities and stuff that has to be done. Miranda and Alex? Hell no I am showing my feeling towards them. VP and Jack? They has their own stuff to do.

So I am literally kind of alone, dealing with my shit. That’s how I have survived for two years, I doubt I need some help from outsider. What’s the shittiest part? When I talked to this fucking outsider, I felt… normal. Well I admit it some of the anger returned but wasn’t in that big amount.

That’s a progress.

 

On the lunch break I sat alone on one table on second floor. Em and Wes are not at school, for obvious reasons. Fuck their sexual life early in the morning. Everybody in the canteen are laughing making annoying noises. Or just buzzing around, doing nothing. Some are studying from what I can see. School life, what can I say.. Too normal for me. I need and I want my MC bastards. This… this thing is not for me. I need my own people.

“You seem tired” a hand caught my shoulder and I raise my head up. Alex. I turn around and I look downstairs. His friends are sitting on the table in middle, some looking at me, including Stacy. I return my look on him. Now he’s sitting next to me.

“Kind of” I smile tiredly

“What’s going on?”

“Just the nightmares.” I shrug. “Gave me a lot of information to go through.” I run my fingers through my hair and I lean back on my chair. With the other hand I just poke the food in the plate. He caught my chair and pulls me towards him until my legs hit his.

“That’s really bad” I notice looks from other tables. I nod “Want to talk about it?”

“About what? My nightmares?” he nods smiling. “Already did with the Dr. Joes, he thinks we have a small progress.”

“That’s good. Oh and… we have match today, you coming?” I sigh and nod “You’re so quiet, people might think you feel uncomfortable right now”

“Fuck what they think” I murmur

 

So after all Emilyn was right. I am sitting on Alexander’s spot at the match wearing his jersey. Its few sizes higher so I feel tiny as fuck. All girlfriends are sitting on the same bench. Talking to each other and I am staying there quietly. My eyes are locked on Alex. Possession Liese, just a possession. Use it then throw it away.

“Look what we have here” I heard Stacy on my left side. I look that way. She’s with her white with green stripes cheerleader’s suit. Her hair is tied high on her hair with a green ribbon.

“What do you want?” I say looking back at Alex

“The jersey.”

“Too bad for you.” I say she snorts and stands front me.

“Well, guess what, I lost the baby, thanks.” I shrug. Why does she think I care for her baby? Like seriously man. I don’t care for selfish bitches anymore.

“Congratulations.”

“Why you’re sad? Something reminds you of your mother?” I look her face and I narrow my eyes. “I mean come on Liese you look like her, why did you dye your hair black?”

“What do you want?” I ask one more time “I don’t have time for your bullshits.”

“Just stating facts. Your poor mother, probably she would be disappointed by you”

Ok let’s see this situation. If she passes the limits I won’t be responsible for my actions. I raise my eyebrow and stand up. “Better to be disappointed… than to hide things from her.” She looked me shocked “You’re playing innocent Stacy, and we all know you’re the biggest bitch here.”

“What?” she placed her hand on her waist. I shrug putting my hands in my pockets. Alright guys we all know how this would end.

“You heard me”

“Well, better alive mother than dead one.” She answers and I smile

I step towards her “Better dead mother, than a fucking whore” I say in her face. Her hand flied to my face slapping it. “You. Did. Fucking. Not. ” I say removing my vest and jersey. There’s some murmurs around us.

“Don’t talk for my mother like that!” she screamed, so she wants a drama?

“Well I suggest you…” I slapped her so hard that her lip got cut from my nail. “Not talking about mine also.”

She stepped towards me grabbing my ponytail, pulling me down.. She’s serious going to fight me with the hair? Sure then.

While I was bended over I hit her stomach with my fist and she lets me go, falling on the ground. So weak and pathetic.

“Get off me!”

“We all know how this would end, dear.” I hiss in her face hitting her face. There’s a lot of screams, mainly from the other cheerleaders. They are screaming in horror. While most of the guys are cheering up, than separate us. Her hands come up to my face scratching my eye and cheek, this makes me lean backwards. This hurts. She sneaks fast from me and hits me with her knee in the chin. Trail of blood came down to neck. I close my eyes because of the pain and stand up. Now this shit is getting serious.

This bitch is dead.

 

Alex’s P.O.V

 

“Don’t talk for