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❝  CHAPTER FOUR!  ❞

          "IT'S A FUNNY STORY," Azalea started to laugh nervously before she went quiet. Azalea never fully opened herself to anybody about her past life, not even Jett. She wasn't the best liar either, but nobody really asked about her before. Silence overtook them before Marcus sighed softly. He stepped forward causing Azalea to step backwards until he entered the threshold. His eyes roamed around the room, studying the situation at hand. He trailed his lanky fingers through his disheveled curly brown hair. Azalea exhaled before she shut the door quietly. "I don't like talking about it," She blurted, the words finally spilling out of her mouth. Marcus nodded slowly.

           "I get it, but Azalea this is important. You have someone writing blood on your wall." Marcus reminded with concern written all over his face.

            "If you really want to know," Azalea paused before grabbing the note she flung absentmindedly. She turned towards Marcus who's eyes kept wandering around the room. She handed the note and letter she received earlier today. Marcus' eyes flickered down to the pieces she was giving him. He took it and started to read until his mouth became ajar slightly. "Alejandro is my brother."

            "I... I was just kidding. I was just concerned. I got over confident... If you don't want to, you don't have to tell me." Marcus stuttered, afraid that she was sharing too much to a kid she barely knows.

            "It's fine," Azalea admitted firmly before shrugging lightly. Her gaze going astray. "Alejandro was nine at the time when my mother figured out that she was pregnant. That wasn't the plan, my parents told me honestly. However, they did still care for me. But that also meant they had two starving mouths to feed. We weren't the richest. Sooner or later, all of our money ran out causing my father to fall into his father's job which was in a local gang. The gang would sell drugs, steal cars, even make drugs, you name it. My mother did not want anything to do with it, but my father insisted. She fell into a depressive state and turned to drugs as an antidote. Little did she know, it sent her off into a deep end. Which led herself to eventually kill herself. When my father found out, he was absolutely grief stricken. He couldn't take the pain and torment that he was experiencing. So he took the easy way out. Leaving me with Alejandro." That's where Azalea stopped. 

            Her heart pounding against her chest. Marcus frowned before he started to object. However, Azalea continued with her story. "After my parents took their lives, something snapped in Alejandro. It was like he changed into a whole different person. He became violent while he became a substance abuser and an alcoholic which only fueled his rage. Every day, he would constantly torment me with the thought that I killed our parents. He did it for fun. He loved watching me cry for hours. And some of the times," Azalea paused, shuddering for a moment as she continued. "He would use me for his own personal reasons."

            Marcus stepped forward, stretching his hand out. He wanted her to stop. Guilt flooded through him. She only stepped backwards. "He did this for years until I finally ran. I ran... for years. He would always come popping back into my life, no matter how hard I tried to escape him. Master Lin found me. And swept me under his wing and gave me protection. But now, he's found me."

            "You should tell Master Lin," Marcus suggested.

            "I can't have people protecting me all the damn time." Azalea muttered angrily before her fingers wrapped into a fist. "I've been training for this. That's why I came to this school."

            Marcus nodded in understandment. Azalea glanced at the clock on her nightstand. "Lunch's over. You better get to class."

             "What about you?" Marcus questioned.

              "Study Hall," She replied. Marcus nodded before turning on his heel to walk out the door. The orphan spared a small smile before leaving her apartment. Azalea inhaled and exhaled quickly. To avoid emotions spilling out of her eyes, she changed into her exercising clothes which was a pain black tee with a pair of Adidas sweatpants. She gathered her thick brown hair and pulled it up into a ponytail. She quickly grabbed the white towel and pulled it around her neck, letting it drape over her shoulders. She then left the school to the gym which was adjacent to the butcher store.  She entered the gym and was greeted by the owner, Henry. Henry smiled welcomingly before walking towards her. Henry ran his fingers through his dirty blonde mop before placing his hands on his hips. "Haven't seen you in awhile, Az. How is everything?"

             "Could be doing better," Azalea replied honestly.

            "Sorry to hear," Henry said grimly before he stepped aside and gestured to the back of the gym where her training corner was. Azalea smiled weakly before walking towards it. Azalea tightened her ponytail as she came face to face with a punching bag. She flung the white towel absentmindedly before she focused her attention back on the punching bag. Her fingers slowly curling into a fist before she rapidly smashed her fists against the bag of sand. The bag swung backwards. She continued to pound against it ignoring the searing pain that was boiling underneath the layers of skin. Azalea wanted to scream, cry and everything more. To control her emotions, she expressed it with anger. She quickly turned and jumped, performing a turning roundhouse towards the bag. Soon, sweat trickled down her forehead. She wiped it off with the back of her hand, she glanced at the clock to see that it was almost time to go. She grumbled before she grabbed her towel.

             She returned to Kings Dominion to finish her school day. When she was finished, she decided to go out to a nearby club. Thanks to Willie, she had a fake ID. Plus, she was close to the bouncer. Azalea wore a skimpy black dress that showed cleavage while it was above her kneecap. Azalea was unrecognizable due to the provocative clothing and heavy makeup. She needed a night to herself. She waited in the sea of people until she reached the front. The bouncer, Vince, grinned wolfishly. "Azalea, looking radiant as ever."

            She nodded with a seductive smile. "Thank you Vince."

           "You need no ID," Vince replied causing some of the girls to grumble. Azalea grinned before she walked into the night club. She felt Vince's hand come in contact with her ass. She grimaced before entering the smoke filled, music blaring room. Tons of people crowded the dance floor. Azalea made a beeline towards the bar. She hopped onto the bar stool and called for her favorite bartender. Emilio came running towards her with a wide grin planted on his lips. "Azalea, my favorite underaged drinker!" Emilio teased as his voice goes quieter at the last part.

            "The usual."

           Emilio lined up shot glasses in front of her while he grabbed the bottle of Vodka. Snorts could be heard from besides her. She glanced lazily besides her to see a man that looked to be in his late twenties. "Most girls I see order a rum and coke or a martini on the rocks. Adam's the name." 

           She rolled her eyes before she turned her head to look straightforward. The mysterious man scooted his stool closer to hers, causing her to shift in her seat uncomfortably. Emilio pushed the filled shot glasses to her. She grinned wickedly as she started to down them all. Quickly, Adam plopped a pill into one of the shot glasses. Azalea felt the burning sensation glide down her throat. Once she was finished, she stumbled towards the dance floor. She let the loud music consume her movements. She shook her hips to the beat of the music. Sooner or later, she felt a dizziness feeling. She started to stumble around before someone caught her. Azalea felt herself being dragged and whispered to: "Naive little girl." 

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❝ AUTHOR NOTES! ❞

- sorry i didn't update earlier. i've been dealing with some issues. since, it's my pre-period week my emotions are jacked up. i had a panic attack at school on valentines day, had to come home early (but i got mcdonalds) but what depresses me the most that my friends didn't care one bit. they never asked me what was wrong while they never even texted me about it. when i was crying in the bathroom, a teacher came in and didn't give a shit about me. we love school. but sorry, i've just been dealing with shit and stuff. so sorry this was a pretty shitty chapter.

it was basically azalea's backstory. a little bit of a filler. 

-what marcus do you like?do you like him as:
-cute and fluffy,
 -nice and awkward
-hot and demanding?

ok i want to say if i get any comments on "azalea brought it upon herself". i'm going to go off on you. yes, girls sometimes wear certain clothing to get them seen by guys but it doesn't give you a right to give them a date rape drug and rape them without their consent. 

question of chapter: weirdest thing about you
- i like to watch food asmr videos on instagram and youtube lmao don't judge tho.