Copyright. Some strong language might be used.
After being cheated on, lied to, and deceived Tami is done with douche bags. She being the good girl got played by the good boy. Funny isn't she supposed to be played by the player? No, that would be too cliche! Tami is a such, smart girl. After her parent approved boyfriend cheats on her with a lowlife she dumps him and exchanges her plaid skirts for a Biker Jacket. Do her parents approve? Hell no. Does she care? Hell to the no. She isn't the goody-two shoes.
I unlock the door to the house and run up the stairs walking in to the room only to find Ian making out with some tramp.
"Ian?"
"Oh. Babe. I was just waiting for you... um...."
"I SEE HOW YOU 'WAIT' FOR ME YOU LYING CHEATING BASTARD!" I yell at him, I grab my brother's baseball bat, "I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU AND THAT LOWLIFE DON'T GET OUT OF MY HOUSE I WON'T BE AFRAID TO USE THIS BAT TO SMASH BOTH OF YOUR FACES IN!" Ian gets up grabbing the bimbo.
"I'm sorry Tami... Can we please just talk about it?"
"NO!!!"
"But..."
"Get your sorry ass out of my house before I have my brother and the rest of the football team run you over!" I yell at him with tears pouring out.
Ian walks out with the girl and down the stairs with the door slamming behind him. I rush into the bathroom looking at my red nose and tear-streaked cheeks.
That's it. I'm done.
I take off my glasses snapping them in half throwing them into a trash can. I start to dig through my bathroom drawer finding what I want, I pull them out and put them on. After I look at my face I hop to my closet going to the farthest end pulling out my least worn clothing articles. Changing into them I look at myself in the mirror. Goodbye Little Miss Innocence. Goodbye Push-Over. Now a girl with dark washed distressed skinny jeans, a white v-neck, black platform pump ankle boots, and a black leather jacket was staring back at me. Tami, the invincible, not tame able, untouchable, and completely bad ass dare devil was in control. The Devil was in and she wasn't going back. I smirk at myself, although not used to the feeling I can tell its more me. I grab the metal bat and head out the door to the 12 car garage. Choose the fastest and sleekest ride I grab the keys throw the bat into the trunk and climb in. The engine roars to life and purrs out of the garage. Heading towards Ian's house I see his white Mustang and smirk. This is going to be good. Parking the car, grabbing the bat I make sure no one is around and take a swing. The front window of the Mustang shatters, I bang on the hood, key the doors, take a blade from my pocket and rip the seats, bang a few places here and there, pop the tires and then leave a note with my lipstick on the driver's window:
"Don't mess with someone who's bigger and better than you.
~xoxo, T.
P.S. love ya ;) not. ;D."
Cheaters and liars get the worst revenge upon themselves. And I'm only getting started.
