❥𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫❥ Tom Kaulitz 🕷️

.i-c-fuckin'-p's in the house.

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🕷️Moxie Trigger

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I felt crazy. My face grew hot and I knew I just looked like a crazy person. My eyes were wide. Anger. No. Not anger.

Rage.
(noun)
1.
violent uncontrollable anger.
"her face was distorted with rage"
2.
a vehement desire or passion.
"a rage for absolute honesty informs much western art"
3.
feel or express violent uncontrollable anger.
"he raged at the futility of it all"

Rage. That's what I was feeling. I didn't have any self control. I felt numb. My body moved by its self.

I stood up and walk over tot he Jason kid. I raised my hand and at Jason. Now although I'm not bulky, being a motorbike racer has its perks. Working with heavy bikes, pushing them around. Just being on them in general needs strength.

So I would say I'm pretty strong.

I swung my hand at his face. I heard the slap against his face. My hand hit his jaw and cheek, leaving his face red and nose bleeding from impact.

"Ow WHAT THE FUCK!"

Jason abruptly stood up. He got up in my face. I stood my ground. My feet were planted to the floor. Jason was a lot taller then me so I was looking up to him.

I glared at him. He glared at me.

"Don't you fucking bring my dad into this you cunt."

I yelled at him.

"Moxie, calm down."

Chris placed a hand on my shoulder, I instantly grabbed his wrist and threw his hand off.

"Fuck up Chris!"

I hissed at him. I didn't break eye contact with Jason. He didn't break eye contact with me.

"Stop having a hissy fit Moxie!"

Jason yelled at me. A spat in his face. He stumbled back and wiped his face.

"YOU DONT HAVE THE FUCKING RIGHT TO SAYS SHIT ABOUT MY DAD U UGLY CUNT. YOUR NOTHING! YOU KNOW NOTHING!"

I threw my hand across his face again, making impact. Blood from his nose splat on the white fabric couch Jason was once sitting on.