Chapter 1

Rez's POV

"You can't possibly expect me to do that mom!" I screeched in horror but the woman in front of me just raised her eyebrow and crossed her arms.

"Try me! If it isn't because of you, we won't be in this mess right now! You humiliated us for the thousand time already!" She hissed, her brown eyes blazing with furry. "And it's not my goddamn fault you turned out to be such a freak." She spat hatefully.

My chest tightened, despite the fact that I have heard that sentence for countless amount of time, it still hurts. But didn't hurt as much as when she slapped me, it wasn't a physical pain, it was an emotional one. "Hope you will gained back your senses." She hissed for the last time before turning on her too high heels and slammed the door in her wake. 

I winced and cradled my injured cheek in my palm. I didn't know what was wrong with her. She said my golden sister was coming back for the weekend, and she expected me to be on her beck and call. That was so not me. No amount of bribe could assure me to do that, not in a million years.

I slammed my bedroom door and stormed out from the suffocating house, I practically trampled the maid on my way out.

My sister was coming back. In two days, two more fucking days! Urgh, talk about party popper. I will be glad, heck ecstatic even if my sister was my best friend, like most family do or so I heard. But the truth my family was faaaaarrrrr faaaar away from the common family category.

My sister was the golden princess, while I, you guess it, was the black princess. She was the blonde straight A's, cheerleader captain, the perfect socialite my mom ever wanted and I was the purple haired dare devil, the emo, the worse socialite my mom ever dreamed of. So yeah.

I didn't hate my sister, we kept our distance, she was in college, while I kept to my high school life. The problem was when she was here, mom will make me do more socialite events and tried to make me sane. More long dresses, stuck up people to impress. Not to mention the endless talk and disapproving looks my mom will give me.

She used to be my best friend, when I was small, and my favorite thing to do was dance in my puffy pink dress. But right at the moment when I started to develop my own interests, I chose body modification and dangerous sports. She was my enemy.

The scream she emitted when I was home with my brand new piercing was still echoing in my brain sometimes.

I shivered remembering that day, it was my sixteenth birthday, I went to Pierce 'n' Needle for the first time, I was a scared little girl, wanting to get her first prove that she was her own person not someone's. At first they didn't let me because I was underage and I need my parent's permission, I was heartbroken. My parents would never allow me any piercing.

Fortunately, a young guy there, at that time was going to make an exception for me if I would answer him why I wanted to get a piercing. So I told him. He was a bit shocked by my reason at first but then he nodded and pierced my ear.

The first piercing I had, at the top of my cartilage. It was only one but I felt like I was on top of the world, I finally had some ownership over my body. It was my life to live, not anyone's.Six months later I was back, this time I got two piercing, just above the first piercing. And after that all hell broke loose, my mother would treat me like I didn't even exist, my father would look at me with a disgusted sneer. Before that, they would still acknowledge me and bribe me to take it off, hell they even threatened me once, but I threatened them back. I would post the ugliest truth of the Winthrop family in the internet if they dare to take my piercing forcefully.

Now I had nine piercings on my body, two on my right ear lobe, two in my left ear lobe, triple helix, belly button, and tongue. And I didn't regret any of them.

I was thinking of maybe getting a tattoo, but I never got something meaningful enough to write on my body. So I didn't have one.

I gunned my BMW K1300R, it roared to life, the sound echoing inside the empty garage loudly. I pulled my helmet on and opened the garage by the remote then I sped up through the busy street like I was high.

Hey, that was a good idea. Let's get high.

I went to Pierce 'N' Needle of course, it was practically my home, if I wasn't swimming with shark without cages then I must be here. The place felt like home more than anything.

The door chimed as I entered the familiar place, it was wide, clean and always this homey feeling to it. I inhaled the smell of a disinfectant and a hint of lavender. Huh, they changed the room spray.

"Hey, Rez! It's been a week! Where have you been?" I knew that voice everywhere.

He grinned and opened his arms wide, "Danny!" I squealed and threw my body in the air, launching myself at him.

I wrapped my feet around his waist and practically hang off of him like a Koala. "Where have you been you idiot! You're not here last week!"

"Aww, the little girl missed me! How cute!" He cooed and ruffled my hair.

I just rolled my eyes and stepped down from his body.

Danny was the young guy that gave me the exception for my first piercing a year ago. "Yo, kid! You getting a new piercing?" Danny asked me as he went behind the counter and checked his lip, and his tongue piercings.

"Yup. Maybe my nose." I contemplated.

He looked at me from the mirror, "Huh, what is it this time?" Danny checked his black mohawk and smoothed it back.

"My sister is coming home." I grumbled and banged head against on the glass counter.

"No damaging the property." He paused, "I grieve for you kid."

"I know right!" I wailed dramatically and scratched my nails on top of the glass.

He patted my head, "I know, I know. Just be patient you'll get your freedom one day." I leaned into his touch, because I kind of craved physical contact from a fellow human, I usually only get to socialize with my black cat, Sozer.

"It's not soon enough!" I wailed again.

Ugh, I was so pathetic.

"There, there. Now how about that nose piercing you want?" He stood up from behind the counter and stood next to me.

"My mom will go ballistic." I pointed out.

"I know." Danny grinned cheekily.

That was what I need anyway. "Let's do this!" I fist pumped the air happily.

He clapped and laughed, "That's my girl." He patted my shoulder with his tattooed hand.

I stared at it, his body was so beautiful, it was like a display of art. Various inks and pictures went up his arms, to his neck and his back. It was truly beautiful, there was a wolf, a symbol, a date, a quote, a picture of some guy and my favorite tattoo was on the back of his hand.

It was, 'Fuck you. It's my life' written in italic letters.

"Someday you will have something meaningful enough kid." He wound his arm around my neck and practically dragged me to the back of the shop where most of the piercings were done. "Now, wait here while I get the equipments ready."

I nodded and sat down on one of the familiar couches. It was like the thousand times already as I sat on this couch, waiting to get pierced.

The minute passed by slowly as I played with my tongue piercing, moving it with my teeth, Danny had always scolded me for it, cause it to heal slower he said, but I didn't care.

I need candy. I need something sweet in my mouth.

Danny was back three minutes later, pushing the piercing tray inside the room, he pulled the chair to a straight position, I sat on it.

He frowned, "I told you not to to play with the tongue piercing!" He scolded.

"I know! But I can't help it!" I pouted at him.

He just shook his head and started to explain why it was bad to play with my piercing. It went inside my left ear, and got out from my right ear almost instantly.

"-You get it?" He asked.

"Yup."

"You didn't hear anything I hear I said right?" He sighed.

"Nope." I said confidently.

He shook his head and started to dabbed alcohol on the right side of my nose. "How do you know I want it on the right?"

He rolled his eyes and wiped my ears clean, he stared at me as if he was saying 'Seriously?'

It was my turn to roll my eyes, "I want the-"

Danny cut me off. "-Little stud. I know."

I stared at him, "You're an Indigo adult aren't you?" I asked him seriously.

"No, I'm Gandalf's grandson. Obviously." He rolled his eyes and started to get out the needles.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. My bad." I nodded at him.

He just looked at me for a sec before we both burst into laughter. "Oh my go- That was-" Laughed some more. "Hilarious. I mean- Gandalf's grandson?"

"God I miss you kid." He wiped a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye.

"Me too Danny, me too." I said back.

And I do, I really do. This was my sense of normalcy.

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Danny pierced my nose with the sterile needle smoothly. "I'm always amazed how big your tolerance of pain is." He muttered as he dabbed a healing product on my nose.

I stood up and stretched. "Uh-hu." I hummed.

The pain was nothing, I could only feel a throbbing on my nose area. It almost like it didn't exist at all.

I looked at the mirror, eyeing the glinting little stud that was perched on my nose. "I looked hot."

Danny met my eyes from the mirror, he smirked. "I know kid, I know."

I tied my purple hair up in a ponytail and eyed my seven ear piercings. They looked good too. I felt badass.

My silver stone that was my tongue piercing also looked good, they didn't look like they were infected. "Remember-"

This time I cut him off, "Don't touch it. I know."

He grinned in approval and got out of the room, rolling the equipment tray with him.

I got out of the room and purchased the Saline soaks, sea salt, chamomile tea bags, and a bunch of other stuff because I was running out of it at home. It was never too bad to be prepared. My piercings get infected easily if I failed to clean them at least once a day, so I have to have Sea salt ready at home.

Quite the task, actually.

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Jack's POV

My novel was rejected again today, I was starting to be desperate. This was the fourth publisher, all of the editor said I was lacking a personal and daring touch to my works.

I don't even know what I can do to fix that. I mean should I do something daring, out of norm- or-or

I sighed and rubbed my face in frustration. I was hoping I could make money from my passion, but it was so hard. And I need the money so I could show my parents that my writing career is not hopeless.

What should I do?

The sign of something metal caught my attention, it was a tattoo parlor of some sort. Was this a sign from god to make me get a tattoo and lead more a daring life?

I looked at the sky desperately, wanting the sky to give me some answers, threw me some cash maybe, it was almost comical really, if it wasn't because I was truly, really really fucking desperate.

I shook my head and walked again, but I stopped and glanced at across the road again. "Fine, what would it hurt anyway." I said to myself, making up my mind.

I crossed the road and entered the building. It was modern and not grungy or metallic looking like what I had imagined. In fact it looked like a clinic.

I was stunned for a moment until a muscly scary looking guy bumped into me, "Watch it Skinny!"

I frowned, I was lean not skinny, I got some muscle on my body, I wasn't skinny like a girl. I was 20 for god's sake!

"What, you don't like me calling you skinny, skinny?" He drawled, almost like he was talking to a mentally challenged person. He laughed loudly, his spit hitting my face.

I flinched in disgust. What was this guy even made from? He stink like a fucking onion.

"Why are you flinching? Do you think you're better than me you skinny ass-"

Now if I was a bit bigger, I won't mind taking him down in a fight, but the problem was, I was lean. No matter how lean I was, I could never take this giant down in my state of weakness.

"Do you want a piece of this? Huh?!" He yelled to my face, more spit hitting my face.

"What are you doing there, you ugly green Hulk?!" A clear voice chimed from behind me.

I tilted my body to the side because the guy was so fucking huge that he blocked my whole view.

My jaw almost hang in awe at the sight before me, the voice belonged to a skinny girl, she was small, in all honesty, like maybe, five foot four. Her hair was purple from top to bottom with occasional azure blue and pink highlights, it was pulled into a ponytail. She was wearing a black tattered crop tee that showed off her belly button that was a deep blue stone and a blue denim shorts, hanging low on her hips, showing the v line of her hips smoothly.

Count me dead, that girl looked like every man's wet dream. I must be in heaven.

"What did you say you dwarf?!" He roared.

If it was me, I would cower in fear, but the girl just raised her eyebrow and said, "I said, 'What are you doing there, you ugly green Hulk.'"

My jaw dropped, this girl must have a death wish.

"You little-" The asshole was going to charge at her and I can't let that happen.

But before I could stop him, another guy stepped in from of the girl right in time and put down the huge guy with a flick of his arm.

The guy had a black mohawk, with big muscly arms full of tattoos. He was wearing a black wife beater, he too, had a tons of piercing on his face.

"Now, now, Grizzly bear." He started twisting the asshole's arm deeper on his back, the asshole screamed in pain, "What were you gonna do to my little kid, huh?" He asked menacingly.

The purple haired girl just smirked.

What kind of world I'd stepped into? I wondered in my panicked state.

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