Yeah I know, but this character likes receiving pain as much as she likes to inflict it. In this instance, yes masochistic would be the right word to use, but to me it didn’t flow as well as sadistic did if that makes sense. But I might change it because I like things to be correct

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Being bullied sometimes has it perks.

Like being able to get out of class, or sometimes just skipping the school day to sit in Mrs.Trudy’s office and read my books in peace. The school nurse seems to get when people don’t want to talk and just leaves me to my thoughts on the examination table behind the curtain. My parents hardly seem to care what happens to me, they only care about what happens to their “precious little Lacey”, their only biological daughter. To them, she is the only one that truly exists, and the only one that truly matters. Luckily it means that me and Rowan, my other adopted older brother, can pretty much do what we want.

Only as long as we stay out of our parents way of course.

He’s always been the smart one, the goody two shoes if you will. Always the one to ace his classes, and always the one to patch me up when I get into another fight. He doesn’t ask questions either, he only pesters me, his little sister, about not doing it again when he knows that the bruises are inevitable. I wish I was more like Rowan. I wish I was smart like he is and I wish I could keep my mouth shut at times when I really just need to stop talking, but I like egging people on. I like seeing the way their mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water when I’ve said something particularly offensive. I don’t start it of course, but I do finish it.

This just so happens to be one of those particular circumstances where I just so happen to have said one of those somewhat offensive words to Tyler, the kid who thinks he’s the shit just because he has every man, woman and teacher wrapped around his little rich boy finger.

I mean, correcting his answer in front of the whole class when he so proudly stated it isn’t a crime is it? Maybe calling him a dumbass was the kicker.

Now I guess I’m reaping the “consequences of my actions” by getting my ass beat at the back of the school by the little rich asshole and all of his little rich asshole friends. I didn’t throw the first punch of course, I merely just poked and prodded at his pride before he decided that his fists spoke louder than his poorly constructed comebacks. The burn of the first punch always feels the best because it wakes you up out of whatever coma you were in before it. It makes you miss it when it’s gone and leaves you wanting more just to get a taste of that adrenaline high again.

Yeah, I know it kinda sadistic but I’m a sadistic gal.

Anyway, he had just thrown a particularly gnarly punch to my gut which had me stumbling back to grip the brick wall behind me. I let out a breathy laugh and turned to him with a smile on my face, one that must’ve been particularly intimidating as he stumbles back with a shocked look on his face.

“Aww, it that it? I was just getting started,” I said, slightly groaning as I pulled myself up higher onto the brick wall to stand at my full height. I look around to see all of his little friends whispering to each other and pointing at me.

“What?” I asked, my smile dropping as I looked toward the bystanders surrounding Tyler “Never seen blood before? Don’t worry, your about to see a lot more of it on Tyler in a second.”

I look around again and catch a “Did you see that? Her eyes just glowed!” From one of the girls standing with one of Tyler’s friends.

Glowed?! Are they crazy? The hell is going on…

As I start to feel the adrenaline drain from my body, I decided that I’d had enough of the whispering and gawking and decided to take matters into my own hands by throwing a punch to Tyler’s chin just as he turned towards his friends to confirm whatever he saw with them too. Tyler stumbles back, seemingly snapped out of whatever trance he was in and on the fight at hand which he seems to have somewhat forgotten about. With a smile returning to my face, I put my fists back up and prepared for whatever he had to throw at me.

He tries to throw a punch at me with his right hand, aiming for my cheek but I quickly block it with my raised arms and throw a fake with my right while my left hand is currently directed to uppercut him in the ribs. He falls for he fake leaving his right side open and I nail him in the exact spot I was focusing, only instead of him clutching his side and stumbling back to regain his composure, he goes flying into the air and hits a bush in one of the landscaped areas that surround he school

Surprised, I look down at my hands in wonder as the rest of his friends scramble off saying “Let’s get out of here,” or “What the hell was that?” As soon as they’re gone I go to check on Tyler and find that he is thoroughly knocked out and laying like a starfish from where he landed in the bush.

A sense of pride and confusion cascades through my body as I turn around to head back into school, but when I see two figures standing before me, one a woman of undeniable beauty dressed in a flowing white gown and the other a man with firm set features and horns sticking out of his head, wearing a freshly pressed suit, the feeling immediately turns to just confusion as I face them fully.

The woman speaks first,

“We’ve been looking everywhere for you my daughter”