Dark Paradise

The insulting Marathon

The Insulting Marathon

Adriana's P.O.V.

    What have I gotten myself into? I mean at first, it wasn't that bothersome; it would just be some stupid gala. But as I thought more and more about it, it didn't seem all pleasant. They were all snobby wealthy people whom only cared about their physical appearance, reputation, and money. I was a random commoner, I would clearly stand out and attention  was not something I enjoyed. I was not fond of it yet I was receiving too much of it lately. But there were perks to the entire situation; he would leave my life for good. No more cockiness, annoying moments, losing hair, disturbances, and best of all; no more Ryder Morgan.

Oh, how beautifully tempting that sounds. I can finally live my life in peace. Did I say peace? Yeah, I must have been on some type of drug. How can there be peace when I live with a man who constantly raises his voice and abuses me.

I dragged my lazy self out of bed and trudged over to the bathroom. I swung the door open and shut it behind me with my foot. I always tried to avoid my reflection, all the faded scars and bruises made me despise staring at myself. This time was an exception, I wanted to examine what he was taking to the gala. I stared at my reflection and chuckled softly. From all the stunning models he bedded, he chose me. I poked my cheek and I noticed how dry my face was. My dark circles were evident and even all the make up in the world couldn't conceal them. Other than my discoloration and dryness, I had perfectly clear skin. I snickered once more at his choice of date and took off my clothes then hopped into the shower. The hot water calmed my nerves and it did wonders to my stench.

Minutes later, I wrapped a towel around my wet body and exited the bathroom. I examined my arms and they were pretty clear except the deep scar on my right shoulder that I got a couple of years ago. My wrist was healing and I was thankful for that. I pulled out a pair of dark jeans and a plain white sweatshirt. Once my hair dried, I tied it up in a high pony-tale. Pulling my shoes on, I grabbed my bag and slowly made my way down the stairs. I wasn't hungry so I quickly grabbed a bottle of water before he could come out and argue with me. My eyes spotted him passed out on the couch. One arm was dangling from the couch and what was around him looked horrific. Bottles and bottles of alcohol occupied the coffee table and packets of cigarettes were scattered on the floor. I was quite surprised he was still alive, I assumed the toxins he inhaled and drank would take away his life. I heavily sighed and headed to the bus station.

Entering inside the building, I jogged to my locker. I quickly pulled out my biology book and closed it. The bell rang and students started making their way to their classes. I sighed and tried to fake a smile. It didn't feel right so I just shook my head and started walking to my destination.

Out of nowhere, I was yanked roughly by my free arm into a tiny room. I squealed and a large soft hand covered my mouth. The door was then shut and locked. I tried to fight the supposed criminal who was possibly going to kidnap me, but they didn't even budge. I licked their hand and they pulled it away, groaning loudly.

"You licked me!" the kidnapper hissed in disgust. His voice sounded oh so familiar. The room was pitch-black so I couldn't put a face to that voice.

"I have a black belt in karate, I swear I will have you sent to the ER in no time," I lied and his roaring laughter invaded the tiny room. The room was too dark for me to locate a weapon but my arm moved frantically until it got hold of a long stick. I grabbed the broom that was leaning on the adjacent wall and held it in front of my heavily beating chest. The lights suddenly flickered on and the minute I saw his face, I regretted coming to school.

"Karate, huh? You couldn't even throw a punch," he laughed some more and I glared through my thick dark lashes surrounding my crystal blue eyes. How dare he laugh and say I can't throw a punch?