Tracy's POV

I stared at all the junk food laid out on my bed and wondered where to begin.

This was going to be one hell of a pity party. I looked around my room and felt a small smile creep on my face. My mom had decorated the bedroom herself when dad was away for a business trip. Although I always saw her whenever I wanted being in this room made me feel closer to her. She knew if I was left to decorate it myself it would be full of black colours and graffiti art.

Looking over at my bedside table I see a photo frames of me and my dad,me and Scola, of my mom holding me as a child and the only photo I have of my whole family. Suddenly a rush of anger engulfs me and I overturn them all. I get up quickly lock  my door and window,turn off my phone and  put on Drownsman on my overly large TV screen.

Time for some horror and pity party. The volume is too much so as to drown any sounds that may interrupt me. I know some of you are saying that i am behaving like a jealous spoilt brat. Maybe i am,no denying that but would you prefer me to sneak out of the house and get drunk. Didn't think so? This is how i deal with my anger,drowning it in sugar and it always works.

I prop myself on my pillows,the remote on one side and all my sweet goodness surrounding me i begin  the party.

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I woke up later, confused not knowing what woke me up and what time of the night it was. I fumble around till i find the light switch which blinds me almost immediately. Blinking a couple of times i become accustomed to the bright lights. Aaargh i need to get softer lights.

I hear some noise again and wonder where its from coming. I look around my room and find myself surrounded by empty candy and chips wrappers and empty tubs of ice cream. There is nothing left, i must have gone all out. No wonder my throat feels sore from all the sugar and my mouth tastes like a sweet hurricane stopped in there. Let me tell you that is not a good taste.

Untangling myself from all the mess  i follow the noise to one of my bedroom windows. I lift my hand to unlock it but my hand drops last minute. I remember the reason for me feeling like shit right now and my mood drops another million degrees. Looking around my room to gain my bearings i realise that its Scola on the other side of the window. This was the window she used always to climb into my room too bad this time am not letting her in.

"Trace i know you are there, let me in." Her voice jolted me awake from my reverie. I stayed silent.

A few minutes passed with my forehead and knuckles pressed against the glass.

"Please Trace let me in. We have to talk about this." She begged

Talk about what exactly. The fact that you pushed me away for a whole day because of a mere boy. All this thoughts crossed my mind but my mouth just could not form the words.

I looked at my alarm clock at the time and it was twenty minutes to midnight. Anger rushed through my whole body. It was almost seven hours after school and she was coming to check on me now. I was about to give her a piece of my mind when someone knocked on my door. I turned around slowly waiting for that person to talk. I didn't have to wait long.

"Sweetheart open this door. Locking yourself in there will not solve anything." My dad reasoned. I mentally scoffed at that.

"For how long more are you going to be mad." My dad said.

I could hear the regret in his voice but at the moment i did not care. This was all his fault too. I looked down at my wrist and saw that the wound had started to bleed again. More reason for me to be angry.

As if the universe was plotting against me both my dad and Scola knocked at the same time. That was the last draw and made me snap.

" Both of you just stop!" I shouted. Suddenly all was quiet and that was the type of silence i loved.

" Both of you know how much i hate Christian but you left me at his mercy. I don't care what your excuses are but you messed up big time. If you think I'm acting childish then that's okay but am not cool with what you did. So please both of you just leave." I finished off with a whisper but am sure both of them heard me. I dropped  to the floor my hands hugging my knees to my chest as i hid my face between my legs.

I heard my dad's footsteps walk away from my door and i sighed in relief. I did not expect him to take me seriously but am glad he did. I was not ready for a confrontation.  A few minutes later i heard the ladder used by Scola creak meaning she left too.

I hated fighting with both them but they had both crossed my boundaries. I was bound to forgive them but at the moment i wanted to be angry a little bit longer.

I sat there for almost half an hour my anger brewing before i decided this was not the best idea. I hated sitting still when i was stressed and restless. Time for some gym time, it was the best idea. I got up and cleaned up my room off all the mess before went to my en suite to brush this weird after taste off my mouth.
I picked up a pair of white and purple work out shorts and a matching gym bra from my closet.. Pulling them on i took out a water bottle  from the mini fridge in my room and my iPod before heading out.

I smiled as i walked into the gym. This was my safe haven and where i felt most alive apart from me on my bike of course. I plugged my ipod with  the gyms music system and my favourite work out music blasted through the speakers.

I know most of you are wondering which girl works out in the middle of the night but I was sure that i wasn't gonna fall back asleep and there is no way I was studying tonight. So here i was, working out and there's no place i would rather be at the moment.

Hailee Stenfeld singing most girls blasted through the speakers as i stepped onto the treadmill setting my pace and mood. Looks like i was in for a long refreshing work out session.

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Looking at myself in the mirror i decided that that was  a good enough look for a Friday. A white pair of some tight jeans,a black vest top under my grey hoody. I did not feel like brushing my hair so i tied it into a loose messy bun before pulling on a grey beanie to hide the mess. A pair of black vans completed the look completely.

I picked up my back pack, my phone and a pair of black fingerless gloves to hide my freshly dressed wound. Taking a deep breath i got out of my bedroom knowing i had to face my dad at the  moment.

My dad and I having always been locked to the hip found it hard whenever we argued or disagreed. Don't get me wrong,I love my dad immensely but he had broken a rule this time and I was not gonna let it just slide. He had broken one of my most sacred rules and I despised that more than anything else.

I found him in the kitchen making breakfast. I was about to just pick an apple and leave but I was famished after my midnight workout. I could see the shock on my fathers face when I sat down to eat breakfast with him.

He stacked my plate with pancakes and passed me syrup and honey. He knew how much I hated cereal. To me that was baby food especially when you put milk in it. Like yuk who takes that.

"Sometimes I wish you were a girly girl so that I could bribe you with a shopping trip at the mall." He proposed.

"Come on Trace I think I've suffered enough silent treatment." He begged.

I rolled my eyes before I gave him a knowing smile.

"You could get me those new rims I've been asking for." I asked

"Done." He smiled

"Easiest deal ever made." I chucked softly winking at him.

I continued to eat my breakfast at my own pace knowing I had plenty of time to get to school. I was also cutting down the chances of meeting up with Scola.

"Does that mean am forgiven?" Dad pleaded hopefully.

"Oh no Mr. You have a few more grovelling days left."

And with that I picked up two apples,tossed them into my backpack and walked out of the kitchen.

"Not cool Trace not cool." Dad shouted after me making me laugh to myself.

Not bad Trace for a morning's work. As soon as I get those rims my baby will look as sexy as the beast she is. I wanted to risk it and ride today but knowing my dad he wouldn't like that. I wanted to rebel against him but not to this level. Even I had some sense of self love in me.

Who am I kidding? I am a sarcastic, egotistical bitch deep down inside and I'll never change. The one thing I pride myself in is my ego and I ain't changing that.

My other baby purred as soon as I hit the gas. I wanted to make sure no one knew I was ins school today so I took the BME and I don't drive it. I smirked knowing that she will never let me down.

If she ever does let me down a quick trip to the mechanic and she would be as good as new. If only it were that easy to fix people. Oh the fun I would have had with that. A name crossed in mind and I knew who my first patient would be. Those blue eyes would be all mine. Too bad people are not machines.

Maybe I would not be the girl I am today. Maybe I would be like Scola, loving pink and flirting and shopping and heels and make up. Eeewh! I think I really do love myself as I am. Nothing beats a cold soul and a black heart.

I really pitied those who cane across me but I could not care less at the moment. All I wanted was a drama free day. Working out had really helped me out and now I was ready to face anyone.

Who am I kidding? I was not ready for anything at all here. Crossing all my fingers and praying to the lucky stars or charms or whatever it is that people believe in,I hoped for a fairly good day.

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I know I know. Lyssah is bad for leaving us hanging and am sorry. I pray it does not happen again at all. Forgive me all please.

This is like my rebound chapter.
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@Lyssah