I was born a boy. Unfortunately, God put me in the body of a girl.
And I fucking hate it. I hated my pussy and boobs, none of it was worth a damn.
I wanted a dick, muscles, and spiked up hair to go with it.
So from the age of 16, I cut of my hair to make it short enough to spike up. I wore big shirts that boys wear and the pants sagging low enough to shwe my boxer briefs.
But everybody knew. Everyone knew I was already a girl before the clothes and hair transformation.
My dad was disappointed. My mom was embarrassed. How there sweet little princess with a tiara on top now wanted the throne with a crown on my little spiked up head.
I didn't give a fuck.
I changed my attitude. I changed my walk. All so I was considered a boy.
But enough about me.
Today was about Edward mother fucking Cullen.
The devil in disguise.
The Diablo.
He had everything I wanted.
The looks, the muscles, and the dick.
But most importantly, he had the love of my life.
Rosalie Hale.
And today, I was going to kill him for breaking her heart.