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Chapter 4

3rd POV

"This time you are going to be the one down, not me." Vanessa said to herself while in the store looking for a hammer. She was at the tool warehouse buying some things for her next plot against Dean. The planned was simple destroy is lovely, loud, big bomb boxes he so love to use at his parties. And smash his precious flat screen. Avery was smiling the whole way through. Buying her evil materials. While pushing the cart she was singing a little tone

Climactic degradation,
Rapture in blood achieved
Suffocate them,
Rip them,
Rape them,
Make them fucking scream
Orgasmic mutilation,
On terror I do feed
Annihilate this bastard race,
I'll make them bleed for me

She hated being bullied, she hated feeling of being little or weak, and most importantly she hated Dean. All her life with an abusive mother and a father was always in jail. Not really knowing what family is in her mind, or love. All she saw is what her mother did when she was drunk and throwing these parties when Vanessa was only 13 years old.

While her father was in jail. In her childhood a couple of times she had ran away only to be caught by the cops bring her to her mother. Every time when the cops left Vanessa knew she was going to get the ass beating. Her mother even one time burn her with an iron for not taking out the trash. Since her father was in jail Vanessa's mother was always out late with different guys leaving her alone. She was the biggest slut in the state, her mother, and she was bullied at school for it. Her mother even slept with Senators and NBA players that was married before she was born. She didn't have full time job but she sure did had night ones, with men as paying customers. Vanessa admired her father because he stole for her to have a roof over her head and not being out in the streets.

He use to send money to only Vanessa but her mother always took it away from her. She couldn't never forgive her mother especially they day her father got out of prison. He tried to get full custody of his daughter but his record of stealing, assault, and being in trouble with the law too much striped him from that. That's when her mother drove him away banning him from seeing her.

That's why she hated Dean so much. Because the loud partying and the smell of alcohol brought back old memories. She already been having nightmares ever since she moved out of her mother house when she was 18 going to college. Since then she never looked back.

"Never again." She said going to the cash register. It was like she was somebody else. She never express her feelings out about anything to no one. She just wanted Dean to leave the neighborhood so it can be peaceful. She left that old life changing her last name not wanting no one to bring up her mother or talk bad about her father.

The cashier rang up her things and bagged them up. She walked out of the store and was walking with the bags to her car. "That bastard what know what hit him." She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't watch where she was looking.

*BUMP*

She fell to the card concret on her butt, rubbing it. She didn't see who it was who bump into her but they was seriously about to get a mouth full.

"You fucker! NEXT TIME WATCH THE HELL YOU'RE GOING!"

"I am SO sorry, ma'am I didn't see you I was too busy not looking." The guy who ran into was terribly sorry, while he was on the ground trying to help her up.

"NO! I can get up my own damn self!" Vanessa said getting up dusting herself off.

"Great! You just ruined my white pants!" she yelled at the man. This was not the time to for anyone to piss her off.

"Look, how about I take you to dinner and I buy you some new pair of white pants." The guy said. She finally took a full look at the stranger and what she saw was a tall, muscular blue-eyed male. His jawline shaped his hair perfectly and his body was on ten. She was seriously lose for words, but was still mad as hell.

"You hardly know me. Plus what makes you think I won't kill you later and take all your money at this 'date'" she said suspiciously. He laughed a little and said

"You're too beautiful to be a murderer."

"You never might know. They do say it's always the pretty one." Vanessa said picking up her bags.

"Well I guess, I have to take a change then." That's when Vanessa started to laugh.

"Good line, now go try it on a girl not a women." Vanessa said walking to her car.

"Hey! Can I at least get a name?" the handsome stranger yelled at her.

"Avery Jones!" She yelled not looking back. She put her bags in the car and was about to get in the driver seat when the stranger yelled out to her again.

"Do you at least want to know my name?" Avery stopped midway into the car and pause for a moment only the answer.

"Not really." She smiled at him and drove out of the parking lot.

Meanwhile the handsome stranger was in complete awe with the women he just meant.

"Avery, Avery Jones." He seriously wanted to know more about this Avery.

Avery's POV

I seriously can't believe that guy. How the hell you are going to ask someone on a date when they just fucking cuss you out. But he was cute though. Now I'm really wonder what his name is though. But never mind that I won't see him again anyways. It was 10:00 p.m. when I pulled up in my drive way and as I was pulling up I didn't see Dean's car. "This is perfect! The plan is going great!" I quickly took the bags out of the car and headed inside my place. I putted on my jogging outfit to seem like I was talking a jog through the neighbor but on my way home I place my black pants, shirt, and shoes. So, nobody wouldn't suspect me. I gather my out to go 'jogging' and ran down my steps. And was about to set my plans into motion. When I opened my door my anger was rising again. Dean was leaning at my door and when he finally stopped staring at me he mouth open with this.

"Looking for this?" Dean said with the bag of my black clothes was in to break in his house.

Damnit! I said to myself.

"Let's finally have a in person chat, shall we." He let himself in and I close the door behind him. Thinking how the hell I'm going to get out of this!