Anger (Hell's Heaven #1), K. Green [urban books to read txt] 📗

Author's Note

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Hey guys K.Green here!

Just saying that's my new story I am working on. It happen to appear when I was really pissed, so this 'masterpiece of mine' appeared! 

Plus just letting you know... there's switching between the characters! So stay alert!

Hope you enjoy it! 

 

xx K.Green <3

 

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Prologue

I am evil.

I am cruel.

I am everything you wish to be dead.

I am lonely…

 

 

I am one of the most ‘scary’ person is our school. That’s what the students say. Well, I know I beat some kids who deserve it… but come on… scary?

I have my squad with me. We wear black, we love weed, we love challenges, we are selfish like no tomorrow, and we also love motors and speed. We are not good in making friends, who are not like us. We don’t like some conservative people. We don’t like boredom either.

In short… we do whatever we want.

We are not bad people, like rest of the people say. But because of my father’s reputation, ‘we are’. He is a leader of a Motorcycle club. “Hell’s Heaven”. Everybody knows the club. Since he got married again, the reputation became better than before. We do a lot of charity for sick people, also the old one. We build new buildings for homeless people, also finding them jobs. A lot more things. But still young’s reputation is bad.

I said he got married again, and I dislike this woman. I blame my father, letting my mother dying in one of his club’s wars. Since my mother died, I have anger problems. Everything pisses me off. Even one small look of somebody. I can’t handle this anymore. I never felt this in my life. To be lonely.

Feelings. What are those? My mother died, for fuck sakes. I had stayed on her grave for whole week, no shower, no bathroom, still with the same black short dress. Crying, sleeping and talking to her and nothing else. Even my father’s guys couldn’t get me up from her just filled hole. But they were there. Sitting on trees or under them, guarding me with guns. Numerous of times they came giving me water and food, but in the end, they were eating it the food instead of me. After a week, I buried my feelings with my mother. And I swore to God, I won’t let anybody near me. Only one feeling left in me…

The anger.

I started shooting with guns and I am pretty good in this. I started to train boxing with my father’s boys. I always have bruises and wounds on my lips or hands. Numerous of times I broke the walls, doors, vases, glasses, plates, every possession had been broken in our house, leaving bloody spots on the walls and floors, which cannot be removed easily. My fights with my father never stop, also with my stepmother and stepbrother. I hate everyone, but you know, everybody with their own problems.

Chapter 1

Liese's P.O.V

 

Monday morning. My alarm beeps. Another day in hell? We'll see that. I turn off my alarm and sit in bed, rubbing my eyes.

"Liese! Breakfast is ready!" the witch decides to yell from the kitchen. My feet touch the floor and I stand up yawning. I go to bathroom for my morning's needs, plus a shower.

I wear my black jeans and tank top, I tie my red shirt around me waist. And look myself into the mirror. Cute. Cute little angel, but also an asshole. I take my mother's wedding rings and place it on my fingers, also her necklace which she gave me when I made 16. I put some make up. Black eyeliner and red lipstick. I make one last look I the mirror. Gorgeous.

Skinny with black long hair till my waist. Green eyes. High cheekbones, full pink lips. Milky color skin, 5'4 feet tall, with awful attitude. I am a dream!

I wear my shoes on platforms, and of course I know that this pisses this bitch off, so I am doing it on purpose. I look my patch on the bed and I wear it. Club's patch, means you are part of the club and you'll be never left alone. Usually girls don't have one, they wear patch of their husband's nickname. The picture on my leather jacket has the name of the club and a bleeding angel. On top of the picture I have my nickname. Anger.

"Liese!" I roll my eyes. I take my bag and open the door and 'happily' I run downstairs and go into the kitchen. This brunette bitch is on the table, eating my father and stepbrother, forming the ideal family morning. "Morning" she says happily. I ignore her and I take the orange juice from fridge and drink from the bottle.

As I said she's brunette with brown eyes. Her name is Abby, short and curvy. Doesn't wear much makeup. She's always been here when I was in those anger moods. I even hit her few times, because she decided she's strong enough to fight me. At end she went into the hospital unconscious, with broken rib. I want my father to be happy, but I won't be part of this. I admit it, she's nice to him. Maybe he deserves it... still I am not accepting neither of them.

"Take a glass, for fuck sakes." My father says and I just look at him. He's 6'0 tall. Huge guy, muscular, to be honest I have no idea how much time he spent in the gym, but I am proud of that. I have a badass father. His hair is blond and has green eyes. To be honest I am like him. Took after him. Eyes, hair, yes my hair dyed, attitude also.

"Morning to you too, father." I say and take my plate n leans on the countertop, and start eating.

"You can also sit." He adds.

"I won't play happy family with you. I told you that and I thought it was clear."

"Liese..." he warns

"Father?" but he stays silent.

"Want me to drive you to school?" my stepbrother asks and I look him, I raise my eyebrow. He never offers me to drive me to school. This is weird. His name is Bran, with his mother eyes and hair, 5'7 feet tall. Not fat, but neither way too skinny. Cool guy in my opinion. Polite and nice, always helpful. Still... I am not accepting neither of them.

"No thanks." Loud beep comes from outside. I put my plate next to me and I take my bag, leaving without saying a word to  them.

I leave the house and I see Wesley, more known is Boner in the club, leaning on his motor. He's my age, also he's my best friend. Black hair and brown eyes. 5'8 feet tall. Cool, fucking awesome guy. Always understanding me, never judging me, never questioning me. He's in black, wearing his patch.

"Hey, sweetheart!" he greets me, and I smile.

"Morning." I kiss his cheek, leaving lipstick mark on it.

"Ugh... fucking bitch" he said and started rubbing his cheek, I laugh loud. "Come on, let's go. Emilyn is waiting. You're late... again."

"Ops."

He sits on his Harley and I sit behind him. Usually guy's motors are something special to them. They never let girls sit on them, unless they are special in any way in their life. My father for example, let just my mother and Abby sit on it... but now just Abby. Because, of course, my mother is dead.

Wes, parks at the school's parking lots and turns off the engine. Emilyn is waiting one of the benches, reading book. She's not really part of our squad, but she hang out with us... She love reading books, she also wear a lot of bright colors, while me n Wes wear darker. Blond, blue eyes, skinny, tall, big boobs. What more you can want from a girl?

"Hey! Guess what I heard" She said early in the morning.

"What?"

"There's a new guy coming." She looks me cheerfully. "Your type girl. Half Korean, half British. He's not ugly, just the opposite! Blue eyes, shaved hair on his sides, dyed blond on top. Tall with, a lot of muscles, I heard he's in the football team!"

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Because, woman, you need something new in your life. You can't be stuck into your hole of loneliness for rest of your life!" Did I say she's straightforward, also always saying truth, plus dating Wes? I think I didn't.

"Shut up, yes?" I say and she rolls her eyes.

"Not in mood?" my turn to roll my eyes

"Happy family. Yay!" I say unenthusiastic sitting next to her.

"Ugh..."

Nether of their families play as happy one front rest, but they are always there for each other. Making meetings and such things. I am kind of jealous of Emilyn. She's close as fuck to her mother, maybe even more than me.

"So what do we do today?"

"Nothing" Wes said placing Emilyn in his lap.

I take my box of cigarettes n open it. I take one n light it up. I offer them and they agree. I straight my legs and cross my ankles.

What a beautiful day... for happy people. Some of the students are still arriving with cars or bikes. There are thirty minutes more for the first lesson. You have no idea how much I want to leave this crap.

I pull from the cigarette and exhale. I look a couple front me sitting on the bench, laughing cute and such. Lucky people. Funniest part of my life that... my father's people always follow me. Right now, Dante is leaning on his Harley watching me. He's one of the youngest people who just joined the club, so they give him shitty crap like this. Keeping an eye on me.

I've got several boyfriends, yet I am still virgin. Guess why? Because my father is a overprotective bitch. Rooms, cafés, parks. His people follow me.

He nods to me and I show him my middle finger, with long nails with red nail polish. He smiles, then I nod him with annoyance and grimace.

"That's him! That's his car." Emilyn says and I look at her. He shows with a nod to the brand new white Audi car.

"This car looks familiar to me" I say and pull from my cig.

"You've seen her?" Wes asks.

"I guess so. Not many people have this kind of car in this shitty city of ours."

Door opens and one business