Burned baby.

MADDIE

May 9th 2018

It's only ten o'clock in the fricking morning and already I'm aggravated with pure annoyance. I storm towards the changing room with my heels clicking harshly against the wooden floors. I barge through the door using my upper body and head straight towards the washing basin. Turning the cold tap on I shove my hand underneath the chilled flowing water. Holding it still, as it aches like a bitch after jabbing Chads ugly face. He knows how to get my blood boiling the fucker! And, like always I end up losing my cool and using my fists. I use my other hand to wash the smeared blood off my knuckles. When they're blood-free, I turn the tap off and use the towel to pat dry my skin. I sigh, watching a pretty shade of purple spread around my knuckles like a wildfire. I glance up into the blurry mirror filled with grime and use my fingers to wipe away the smeared mascara in the corner of my eyes. I turn around and lean my body against the dirty basin, absorb