Playing the Alpha Playboy

Chapter 1: The Law is Flaw.

♡No one cares if you grow or if you shrink- Its the hard knock life[Quvenzhané Wallis]♡

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STAR.

Oh, how I wish I had stabbed him directly on the heart. Not just once but over a million times till I was sure he was gone. To hell.

"You ruined your life for nothing, darling. I told you nobody would believe you over me, didn't I? You had your chances, you could have stayed here, enjoying all the privileges- and me, of course- sweet me, but you chose to pursue a futile dream." Davis, my step father said, just when he was sure that my mother was out of our hearing.

"Justice isn't a futile dream and I will have it, maybe not now but one day. Soon." I responded, balling my hands into a fist, painfully wishing I could drive it through his skull.

He chuckled, clutching his already healed tummy like the drama queen that he was as he walked further towards me, leaving little space between us. I refused to move from the spot I had occupied, I was no longer that little child who fidgetted and squirmed at the sight of him. I have refused to give him that satisfaction of seeing me scared of him, no... not again.

"Justice? Oh dear, did you not know? There's nothing like Justice in this world, maybe in the next one, but this one? The one we all are in right now, it's a sham. In this world, we have the Law and guess what, darling?" He said and then bent a little to my height, putting his mouth right by my left ear, "the law is a flaw." He whispered before standing straight.

Tears welled at both sides of my eyes.

"I'm going to cut off your p***s one day, you beast, I promise you so mark my words!" I shouted.

Davis suddenly held his hands up, as if in surrender and just then my mother walked in.

"Are you still on this devilish act of yours, Star?" She questioned, giving me one of those disapproving looks that I've always gotten from her most of the time.

"She's a possessed one, Amelia. I wish we could help her even more rather than sending her away like this, ugh, if only she'll behave. I just don't want to get stabbed again." Davis said, giving his usual good guy and concerned father act, I didn't miss the smirk that followed.

"Get into the damn car, you witch! I'm done with you already! Let's get going, we have a long way to go!" My mother snapped at me.

I took a long look at her, wondering why it had to be this woman who birthed me. Ever since I was young, she never ceased to make me feel unworthy and guilty. She was the one who indulged in unprotected s*x that lead to pregnancy but somehow she was able to convince herself that I was the cause of all her misfortunes.

She nicknamed me Witch when I was four, maybe I have been called that name since I was born, but I can only remember hearing and understanding it when I was four years old. That day, I had made a mistake of coming back from the children's park way early than I was supposed to and I walked in on her and a strange man almost naked which was not really a new thing.

She was known as the neighbour slut as at time, she slept with anything, as long as it had a rod in between its legs and at least a penny to give. A lot of time, I would have to cover my ears with pillows just so I don't hear the annoying sounds that she makes while at it.

The man this time was a different one, and he seemed rich, on sighting me, he quickly got off my mother and dressed himself up while accusing my mother of keeping such an important news away from him. Somehow, he looked very guilty, he probably didn't like the idea of a four year old seeing her mother in that manner which is what any sane person should think. Any sane person, my mother is anything but sane.

She pushed me to the floor, called me so many names and made me sleep outside in the cold, without remorse. She said all I had ever brought into her life was misfortunes and unhappiness. She called me bad luck and then a witch, I remember that day being the day I cried so much and it got much worse after that.

Not until I was almost ten and she came home very excited, it was probably the first time she hugged me.

"We are going to be rich now!" She had screamed and we indeed became rich when she got married to Davis Fox, the beast.

"Are you going to keep standing there? Or would you like to go back to the asylum?" My mother's voice snapped me out of the memory lane I was thrown into.

"She's staring at you like she would like to stab you too, mummy. I would sleep with one eye beside her if I were you. She might still be sick up there." Angela, my b***h of a step sister decided to chip in just as she walked down the stairs.

That girl was barely seven and she was everything a Fox should be. I can't believe that I thought she was so cute, adorable and innocent when she was a baby, I take that back every time she opens her mouth. She's proof that there can be children who are Karens.

"Oh shut up, little bitc-!" I snapped and I hadn't even landed properly before I felt a hard smack on my face.

"You will not call my daughter names right in the presence of her parents! The only b***h in this house is no one but you! Now, get out!" My mother shouted at me.

I looked towards the direction of Angela and her father, they were laughing so much like I was a freaking comedy show.

Burning rage hissed through my body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting, the wrath consumed me. Anger boiled deep in my system, as hot as lava. It churned within, hungry for destruction, and I know it's too much for me to handle. The pressure of this raging sea of anger would force me to say things I did not want to say, or to express thoughts I've suppressed for weeks or years.

I knew that I had to get out of this hellish house before I erupted in my furious state. I knew that this feeling was going to pass, but while it hasn't, I was well aware I could really hurt people. So I escaped. I ran.

I bolt out of the house, jamming earbuds into my ears. Music poured out, sounding like the most beautiful noise I'd ever heard. I turned it up, shutting out the world around me and I just... Let go. Of everything.

I kept running around the fountain in circles as I felt the music and calm atmosphere swallow me whole for a little while, it was like the music was flowing through my veins, calming me from head to toe.

I slowly emerged from the anger I possessed and I stopped running. Having the anger dissipate in me felt nice, and I felt calmer than I had before, I felt free. I got into the car at the same time that my mother walked out of the house, bading her family goodbye.

As the car started to drive away from the gigantic building that had been hellish for me, I looked back at it as tears started to drop down my face, despite how hard I tried not to allow it.

It's not over, not yet. I'll be back and when I do come back, I'm coming to kill him, I promise.