Chapter 2 Damn the system

June POV

After taking Ava home I stayed with her despite itching to zoom off to a private place and calm my boiling rage but I wasn't ready to leave her alone not even for a moment, I had accompanied her into the bathroom because she insisted that she needed to wash off the filth on her body and needed me to help because her legs still felt jelly and she can't quite stand tall on her own without support.

Although I tried to persuade her to go to the police before washing off any remaining evidence. Instead, she shook her head violently, disapproving that it ended up triggering pain from her facial injuries. She hissed in pain after that action and it felt like thousands of pins were forced to stab my heart. I took a glance at all the other injuries those bastards inflicted and my chest constricted probably from being too angry.

I took a moment to wonder how much pain she must be in and the sight of those belt marks, slaps and cigarette burns just weren't letting me agree with Ava on not reporting them

"Common Ava We need to report them to local authorities else they will escape and..." I started, trying to persuade her once more but she cut me off almost immediately tears threatening to roll out of her eyes

"Just stop June, please. Do you think reporting will change anything, didn't you see that they were elites in society? The world is corrupt. Who will look in the face of justice and fight my cause? If I report them I will only be creating a huge stage for myself where everybody can butt in and believe in the conclusions they've come up with. It will only be a show for public spectacle where people who don't even care will act as if they do care. And what about the system? In the face of wealth, it will find a way to make it look like it never happened, and what then becomes of me when it happens? So please June let this matter die. I've been through a lot already and I don't want to go through much, please." She ended quite bravely as she didn't end up tearing up after this long speech.

"F*uck the system," I cussed "I wish I had done more damage to that jerk, but I do promise to beat him till he is disfigured beyond recognition" I muttered with a clenched fist that I felt my fingers digging into my palm.

Ava let the black blazer drop standing completely stacked naked and that was when I realized that I haven't even seen half of the injuries they inflicted on her, my eyes had only seen the wounds on her chest face hands, and legs but this development made me angry and for a split second there I was ready to take an irrational decision but my anger quenched down when my eyes landed on her butt particularly on the nice little tattoo on her right butt cheek I was stunned because I never took Ava as one who was into tattoos that too choosing a skull to be permanently tattooed on her rear end, but I guess you never really know a person well enough.

But her tattooed a*s was the least of my worries now, I now have to babysit my roommate and nurse her back to health. I gave her a quick bath and led her to the bedroom

After putting her in comfortable sleeping wear I laid her down to sleep and in a matter of minutes she dozed off. I stood beside her bed and stared at her for a while

"You have been through enough," I muttered before I jolted out of the apartment and immediately got on my motorbike. It took me three years to save up for this baby and boy was that the best and most patient decision I have ever made.

I roared the engine of my motorbike to life and placed my helmet above my hair making sure to buckle it tightly, without warning I drove through the city at the highest speed possible allowing the night breeze to grace my skin causing goosebumps which I didn't mind. I stopped at a well-familiar building and alighted my motorbike making sure to pack it safely.

I knocked like a maniac on the well-built wooden door without minding if it irritated anyone, that was purely my way of life, I was a humble scaredy-cat in the morning, the definition of perfect face and character but at night I was nothing but a badass which I was trained to be and I love being.

I am sure Alexis has gotten so irritated by now trying to ignore my knocks by covering up her ears with pillows to muffle the sound but I wasn't going to back down from irritating her until she opens up, I need to be in there.

In a matter of minutes, she yanked the door open holding a pistol to my head

"The f*CK I hate it when you do that. You know Nobody f* disturbed my sleep and went free." She threatened.

"The next time you cause me my precious sleep again then I swear to have your blood as paint on my floor," Alexis added with so much venom. And this only caused me to smirk. I took Alexis unaware by skilfully playing a trick that now has the pistol pointed at the bearer without leaving the bearer's hand.

"Before my blood thinks of spilling under the influence of your pistol, then your blood must have been completely drained off your body, then maybe your ghost can try, and let's see how it goes ." I threatened back causing Alexis to stomp her leg in annoyance as I made my way to step

In the gym, Alexis placed the pistol down and worked on closing the door while I proceed to the gym room

Pouncing on a punching bag as my mind got overclouded, recent events had got me thinking about my life. I only ever come here at hours like this when I fail to trace a sworn enemy I have a course to settle with but today I am here feeling choked and helpless. I have since felt bloated with pain and defeat but Ava's case added a little cherry on top of the icing cake, and I just can't seem to work it off.

"I don't know what happened this time lad, and trust me I don't wish to know, but what I do know is that it's not your fault," Alexis tried to reassure me before journeying back to her room upstairs, leaving me all sorrowful my eyes are now clouded in tears.

I don't know if she is right but I do feel responsible for everything, even when I do not need to feel that way. With this thought, I leaned against the wall and slid down sitting on the floor buried deep in the thought of anger, confusion, and defeat.