Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Together ❯ Unfriendly goodbyes ( Chapter 7 )

"Why? So you can leave, and let me feel miserable for letting you go?" "Michael, you're drunk, go to bed and we'll talk when you're sober" she hoped by telling him that he'd think she was going to stay, but for once in his life he was smarter than normal. "No, I'm staying right here, and there is nothing you can do about it. You signed the contract so you stay." That was the last straw for Paris. The mentioning of commitment to a stupid piece of paper of this fucking team was something she would never respect. Her hands were shaking with rage because of the words her ex-lover had spoken. "Michael I warned you, and you can be glad that you're not Judy or Emily. So I'm going to say it one more time. Get out of the way before I hurt you."

"Make me"

Before realisation dawned upon Michael, Paris had already hit him in the stomach and roughly pushed him aside. "I warned you Michael, never mess with me when I'm pissed of." Those were the last words Michael heard before his lights went out.

Paris stomped through the corridor to Judy's office. She was already on fire and a lot less calm then when she woke up. If Judy would make any fuss, she was going to get the full blow of her anger, and her parents knew that that was a very, very bad thing to get. The door slammed open and Paris went straight to business. Judy didn't even get the time to recognize the intruder. "I'm out of the team Judy; I've had it up to here with your rules." Judy smiled wickedly at Paris' words. "You can't leave." Her loud voice turned into a dangerous hiss. "What?" "You signed a contract that commits you to us until we fire you, remember?" Judy waved the contract in Paris' face. This proved to be a very bad thing to do.

In a flash of anger she snitched the piece of paper from Judy's hands and tore it into a million pieces. "Screw the contract. Fuck your stupid rules and commitment. I'm sick of it all." She slammed her fists onto the desk. "Listen you bitch, if you don't let me go voluntarily, I'm going to have to hurt you. For as far as I know, the only thing that proved that I had to stay here are those little pieces of paper over there, so, since that is out of the picture, u can't make me stay." Judy stood up from the chair and levelled her eyes with Paris. "And where are you going to go? Back to Asia? The exact same place you ran away from a year ago. Listen you little punk. You're trapped here and you know it. So you're in no position to make any demands." Paris glared and hit Judy in the face. She didn't care how much older she was, nobody threatens Paris Itahana. And defiantly not this bitch everybody calls Judy.

"For your information, I've been planning this for quite a while now so I do know where I will go. So if you're out of arguments to spat at me I'll be leaving. is that understood? By the way, you owed me that hit from the last time, but I wouldn't want to be you when we meet the next time. The gloves are of, and I'm through being the nice girl." Judy would've known a lot of arguments to say afterwards, but at the moment she was speechless. She had never been hit like this before. "I see you got the message, so I'll be going then, goodbye."

Paris went back to her old room. Saw that Michael had disappeared, took her bags and left towards the exit. Her anger fading away. She started to feel better with every step she took towards the great doors she had gone through, expecting so much a year ago.

She had changed a lot since then, she had gotten stronger, faster and more agile than before because of the heavy and intense training she had went through every day in this goddamned place. Of course she knew that there were worse places than this one. In the end she ran out of the doors and inhaled the beautiful smell of freedom and burned tires. Of course the latter smelled a lot worse than freedom, but Paris couldn't care less. She was out of the hell hole; she had gotten even with Judy. Plus she had a destination now.

"Okay, now which way to the airport?"