Lana Wright has been the typical nerd. Always getting straight A's in every subject. Including PE, but she would always get bullied. What her bullies don't know is that her father is a gangleader and when she leaves the school life to get stronger...
Another day with nothing but bullies and straight A's. Yeah. Typical. It's not that I want to let them bully me, it's just that I don't want my dad getting into this. I am not protecting my bullies. I am protecting my father. I don't want any more blood on his hands.
Silly me, I am Lana Wright, daughter of Jason Wright. Yes, my father is the Jason Wright. The rich man with two daughters and his wife and the gangleader of the White Rose Gang. He may be the number one and the worst one there is, but he loves his daughters. Me and Kate. He would do anything for us.
Him and Mom are separated but not separated at the same time. You see, they are not living together because of the gang business but they are still very much in love with each other. Since Kate is the oldest, she had to go live with him, so she can learn his ways. Being the oldest meant that you had to take the position when we are old enough. They visit us from time to time. Twice a month, actually.
They always have a gift for me and mom. I tell them they don't have to get me anything, but they still insist on it. I don't tell them about my bullies, because they are the same when it comes to me.
Taking out their guns and starting to harass them at gunpoint. Yeah, they both would do that. I didn't tell mom either because she would tell Dad about it. I'm sorry (not really) but we are finally at peace. Meaning none of the other gangs have decided to attack us in a long time. A really long time. Nine years to be exact. Me and mom have been living normal lives ever since.
Anyways, I was heading on to class when Tiffany, the hoe of the school, decided to slam me against my locker. I hiss at the impact as she sneers at me. "Look what we have here, the school hoe in glasses." Say what?
Like I said, I put up with them for my dad's sake. I want him to keep that smile on his face, instead of worrying about me. He still has to be training Kate and still has to run a gang, so I can't disturb him.
I held my toungue, not saying a word to her. "Not speaking, are we?" I pressed my nails into my hands, trying to focus on the pain instead of listening to her annoying voice. I just wanted to go to class. Anywhere but here, at least. She laughed. "That's what I thought, slut. Keep your mouth and legs closed and we wouldn't be going through this." She walked away, laughing.
I picked up my books and saw that my hands were bleeding. I went to the nurse and she was about to ask what happened when I shook my head, indicating that I don't want to talk about it. She sighed and started working on my hands. Hissing at the pain, she wrapped my hands and wrote a pass.
I went straight to class and sighed with relief when I realized that I was in one of my advance classes. None of my bullies are in my advance classes. I handed her my pass and sat down, hiding my bandages from human eyes. I didn't open my text book or do anything, because that would show my bandages.
When the final bell rang, I was out of class and right to my locker. I got everything I needed and put them in my bag. I went outside and walked to my motorcycle that was located behind the school.
I put on my helmet and drove to my house. Once I reached there, I grabbed my helmet and put my ride in the garage and out my helmet with the other three. Mom has a motorcycle, too. Along with Kate and dad. We go on family rides together and I already have my license. I grabbed my bag and went inside my room. I started an my homework.
About thirty minutes later, my mom comes in and says, "Lana. Kate and your dad are coming for their second visit. You might want to get ready for their arrival. They are staying for a week."
Shit. How am I suppose to hide my bandages? Damn it. Why now? Walking in to my bathroom, I stripped and got into the shower. I am careful to keep the bandages dry. I start washing my body when I feel my shoulder hurting. Shit. I forgot all about the injury on my shoulder.
After I am done showering, I get out the first aid kit that is under my bed. I work on my shoulder and quickly start to get dressed.
It was cute and not revealing. I took off my bandages and replaced them with band aids. It was only on the inside so all was good. My shoulder is covered and my hand has its coverage. I sighed with relief.
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