The Cost of Freedom Is High

I had to be quiet at first in order for this to work.

It would be no fun if I woke everyone up, and got caught before the real fun started.

Heading over to the fridge, I grabbed countless bottles of alcohol.

Once they were opened I started pouring them all over the floor, and once each one only had a few drops left I left it on the counter. I’d smash them later, when I was done.

As soon as all of the alcohol in sight was poured out onto the floor, I moved onto getting everything out of the cupboards, and throwing them around on the floor.

I was going to ruin this fucking place, just like it had ruined me.

This was easy enough to clean up, I needed to make it a whole lot more personal.

What in the world could I do next that would make it even better?

Something that I wouldn’t get caught right away for.

I paced back and forth for a few minutes, and an idea popped up into my head.

Up the stairs I went.

The first room to enter was BMTH’s.

I was hoping that even though they were on tour they still would have some things left over in their closet.

Sure enough.

Like a tornado I ripped through that room, throwing everything in the closet out of it, and just making a mess of everything. That was my plan of attack, and looking back on my work as I left it seemed to pretty effective.

Once I was down with their room I moved onto all the to other bands rooms that were gone.

BVB, FIR, OMAM, PTV, SWS, and ATL.

When I was done with all of that I quietly snuck back downstairs.

This felt so fucking good.

The thought of punishment flashed across my mind a few times, but I didn’t care. This was so satisfying I couldn’t stop. They deserved this, every single part of it, and more.

Downstairs I found about 5 or 6 different file folders.

‘Hmm, those I could screw with.’ I thought to myself.

Inside of the folders were all types of papers. Some about me, some about Chance, really an odd collection of all things. There were a lot of medical and school records in there.

They don’t need those.

I grabbed one of Ryan’s lighters, put the papers in the sink, and burned it all. The water was on the whole time to make sure no one smelled the smoke odor.

Figuring I had done enough damage all around, I turned back to the many empty glass alcohol bottles.

This was my grand finale.

I raised the two biggest bottles up in the air, and simultaneously smashed it down on the floor.

They shattered everywhere.

I got a rush. I’d never done drugs, but I figure this is kind of what it might’ve felt like.

Each bottle that hit the ground I got more and more, well kind of hyped.

I had one more bottle left, and I suddenly heard my name being screamed.

I looked up to see Chris and Kuza.

“Bella, what the fuck are you doing?” Chris screamed, seething with rage.

I laughed.

“I got payback fucker.” I stated with a smile on my face.

I looked straight into Chris’ eyes and smashed the last bottle onto the floor.

It was about time that I started to fight back.

Boy did it feel good.

Notes

Woo! Bella, kick ass and take some names :)

She should be careful though, the guys might have some tricks up their sleeve.

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