Corrupted By the Bad Boy

Chapter Two - On edge

Colton's P.O.V

I could sense she was on edge that she was going to be later home than what she was meant to be, something tells me she does not disobey her parents very often, but I was not caring about her parents. I have never spoken to her the month I have been at the same school as her. I noticed her just last week. She was always alone or was studying, and well, I am bored with the same girl's day in day out, so I decided to go after her. And when I saw her in the library alone with no one else around, I took that as the perfect opportunity to make my move.

"Why you so in edge?" I asked as we drive.

"Cause my parents are stringent, and being home late is a big no, no to them." She said.

I was in no rush home. I stayed away from the house as much as I could. The later I stay away, the better, the better chance of my alcoholic father will be crashed out if I do. If he were awake, he would try to pick a fight, the way he always does with me, and if I don't give him what he wants, then he punches or kicks me anyway. My father was a coward and always has been. He gets kicks out of beating me, blaming all his problems on me, before me it was my mother, up until six years ago when she ended up taking her own life to get away from him, but that is a story for another day. He was a monster.

"Are you not allowed a life?" I asked her.

"No...Not really. To them, none of that is important. The only important thing is I do well in school and get into the best Uni, follow in my perfect sister's footsteps."  She said.

I could see she resented them for that, but at the same time, she wanted to please them. f**k living with strict rules like that that would drive me insane, literally.

"Why would they chose to isolate you that way?" I asked.

"It is how they are. Most important things to them are the best education, the best job that makes the most money. They would rather me be that way, like them, like my sister than me have friends, have a boyfriend or have a life. It was how they got brought up, and it's how they brought us up." She said.

To her, it seemed like the norm, when really it was not but then again, what is normal these days? I get my ass kicked multiple times a week from the person that is meant to be looking out for me. It is because of him I am the way I am.

"That is bullshit! I think you need to make a new set of rules for yourself." I said.

"It isn't that simple, especially when I am living in my sister's shadow." She said.

I don't understand why she needs to be like her sister? Why can't she just be herself?

"Why do you need to be her? Maybe try being who you wanna be." I said.

"It isn't that easy." She said, turning away from me.

It isn't that easy? Maybe she should try being me for a day and she will see how easy her life is. Yes her parent's sounds crazy, but at least they look after her. I would kill to have another day with my mother that woman was an angel, and no matter how much she was going through with my so-called father she always looked after me, maybe I should have looked after her better, and my father would be the one that was gone and not her.

"At least you still have your mother, no matter how crazy she is," I said.

"Yeah, that's true. Is your mother not around?" She asked.

My grip tightens on the steering wheel, a fit of anger taking over me. I hated when anyone asked about my mum, even spoke about her. It is none of their damn business. Yes, I was prying into her life, but that is entirely different. She is some spoiled rich princess who probably gets whatever she wants and more.

"None of your f*****g business." I snapped at her.

Cora jumped, getting a fright when I shouted at her.

"I think I should go home. Let me out." She said timidly.

I had scared her, making her want to get away from me. I know she never deserved it, but my mother is a topic I don't talk about with anyone. She is a sensitive subject for me. I hated that I had part of my father in me. I got his temper in a way, not to the extent I would hurt a girl the way he beat my mother. I am not a monster. Yes, I use girls that I am not going to deny but lifting a hand to them? I would never do that.

"Cora sorry. I never meant to scare you. I just don't like talking about her; she died six years ago." I said.

That was all she needs to know; she never needed to know details. Her next move took me off guard. She reached in, giving my hand a quick squeeze.

"I am sorry about your mother. Sorry, I asked." She said quickly, pulling her hand away.

I was not used to that kind of reaction from people, that sort of kindness. The last person that did that was my mother.

"It was a long time ago." I said shrugging acting like I was fine even though anytime I thought about her or mentioned her it killed me all over again, "Can we move on?" I added.

"OK. Colton, why did you start talking to me? Is it some kind of bet or dare?" She asked.

"Cause I wanted too. Everyone else at that school is assholes. So no, it was not a bet or a dare Cora." I said.

I watch her nod out the corner of my eye, and she went back to staring out of the window. I looked at her out the corner of my eyes; she was pretty, never noticed that to be honest. Not usually my type, though, but I could change that if it means I can get into some trouble with her. I preferred dumb girls, they were easy and believed any crap you told them. I don't think Cora is dumb, Naive maybe but not stupid. I could break her the same way I break any other girl if I tried hard enough. I have to admit this is a first, grabbing food with a girl, not really my thing but once can't do any harm. Plus it keeps me away before I need to go home and get ready for work tonight—the less time I spent in that f*****g house, the better.

"Where you wanna go eat?" I asked her.

"I don't mind." She shrugged.

I am wondering if this girl can make any decisions for herself.

"How about burgers?" I suggested Cora nodding.

I rolled my eyes. She really is a girl with not very many words. I decided burgers would do, heading to in and out burgers that would do. I put music on; the silence in the car was not a good a feeling. She never said another word to me as we drove to where we were going. I don't know how this was going to go if she does not exactly talk much? Maybe I can get her to talk, I will see.