The Alpha's Badass Rogue

Chapter 11

A few days passed by and I have been helping out on Albert's gym. I accept customers signing up and assist them with what they need in regards with gym equipment. I also got a free training session just for being a part timer. My temperament is better than before...

Is what I expect until I faced with Justin and his group, Michael is glaring at me baring his fangs as he grab a handful of my hair.

It hurts like a b***h. I spat at him and it only made him angrier. He shove my head on the ground multiple times it made me dizzy. My world is spinning and I'm hearing laughter from my left side. I can feel something warm falling from the top of my head down to my cheeks.

"You've brought this upon yourself you damn wench!"

I gritted my teeth while still holding in the pain, "Brought this upon myself? You must be kidding me. You f*****g nut cracks are a bunch of outlaws. What's the difference between you and rogues?" I smirked as if a thought crossed my mind,

"Oh, right, you're more retarded than them." I added.

A few nerves popped out of Michael's head, he bashed my face without batting an eyelid. f**k, it hurts! I'm really going to kill you! I can only shield my face with my arm from his punches and I can feel my bones shattering with every punch.

I gasped for breath as soon as his fist landed on my stomach. I let my guard down from the pain, a foot is coming on my face and I wasn't able to cover myself, I got f*****g kicked on my face and I can feel myself getting lift up from the ground only to get my back hit on a sturdy wall. I couldn't continue to breathe, everything hurts, from my face, to every inch of my muscles, and up to my shattered bones.

"Ha! f**k! Now I felt relieved, didn't know you're such a good punching bag." Michael grinned as he combed his hair with his finger.

I can feel my eyes shutting, I'm so f*****g tired and sleepy however everything is so painful that I can't even move.

"Take it easy, you might kill her." A familiar voice said. Red hair? So, he's one of Justin's bastard?

I almost let out a chuckle. What a f*****g desperate guy. He borrowed someone's strength just because he can't deal with me? He's clever but still a f*****g loser.

However, my smile faded when I remember what current state I am in. I am more of a loser since this people came here to make fun of me and beat me up just because they want to do so and I can't do anything about it.

Fuck! Why do I have to go through this? What did I do that was so wrong, for me to get this treatment?

Why the f**k are the people around me torturing me? Why is the world so against me?

I am just a girl trying to survive my family from poverty, I am working hard trying to sustain myself and my family who is relying on me. And when I thought I could get at least some money from politics, I got killed from the politician's guns.

And it's burdening knowing that I added another problem for my parents. My and my parents sacrifices to get me graduated were put in vain just because of someone's greed of power.

My life was over and my parents were stuck in poverty with just a single bullet from a gun. And the only thing that was left of my family is remorse and depression.

I don't know what my mom's reaction is but she probably breakdown, just imagining it makes me tear up. I love my parents so much and there became a deep rooted hate for politicians and people in authority.

What, just because they have a powerful position, they can just step onto everyone as they please? They can just kill anyone as they please? f**k it.

This is why I hate rich people. They try to threaten you with guns and authority. If you're working in a company, they f*****g drive you to the edge, they overwork you until you die and you're still under compensated with your work.

They have this annoying advantage over you just because they were born rich and they inherit the position that you will never get because you're just an employee and you're still replaceable no matter what effort you do for their company.

I hate them, and I hate these werewolves in this life. Maybe if my father in this life is still alive, I wouldn't be beaten up this much? He would at least protect me. I chuckle at the thought.

That would never happen now that he is dead and I'm the indirect cause of it.

I have to work earlier than most adult to earn money to survive myself and Hannah. I'm left with a responsibility knowing full well I couldn't even be responsible for myself. I can't even protect myself, how can I be responsible for another person? I got beat up and still have to go to work.

Hah. What a f*****g miserable life.

"Oi, are you f*****g ordering me around?" Michael asked sternly. Obviously asserting his stupid dominance over Red hair.

"Wh-what? No! I'm just worried that you're wasting time over something stupid." Red hair stuttered and answered defensively, he's walking on eggshells with Michael and he looks stupid with it.

"Ha! Look at this s**t. Are you saying that what I'm doing is stupid?" Michael asked angrily as he lift the back of his hand to slap Red hair.

Red hair flinched and instinctively covered his head, "N-no, what I'm saying is, she looks so stupid that It's no longer worth to waste your breathe on her."

Michael raised an eyebrow and laughed mockingly, "Who are you to say what's worth my time and not? You're trying to be my Alpha, mate or something?"

Red hair's face turned from pale to blush, "N-no!"

Michael's mouth gaped and his eyes rounded with surprise, "Hah! Look at this bastard! Do you like me or something?! Wanna spread your ass for me?"

My nose automatically scrunched up in disgust, is he really f*****g anyone that has the slightest interest to him?

"N-no! Of course not! I'm straight as hell!" Red hair said indignantly, he couldn't believe that he was mistaken for gay when he looks straight as hell.

Michael rubbed his chin with doubt in his eyes, "Really?" He shove his hands to his pocket and tilted his chin, "Then f**k off!" He said.

"Y-yes, I'm sorry." Red hair immediately left looking so scared while running away from Michael. He looks so stupid.

"Since you're so horny that you would f**k anyone, why not just f**k that b***h?" Cassandra asked, referring to me, as she smoke her cigarette, her long white legs crossed while leaning on the tree observing.

Michael's long legs stride towards me and he grab me by the hair and lift my face up, with a stupid and hideous grin on his face, he said, "I don't f**k punching bags."