Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Xena's POV

The dam broke. "I just walked in and she slapped me!" I shouted, feeling hot tears spring to my eyes. "I'm sick of this! I'm sick of being disrespected by someone who isn't even my mother! I hate it here! The day I turn eighteen, I'm gone, and you'll never see me again!"

I spun on my heel and ran to my room, slamming the door behind me. My lip was split, I could taste blood, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the rage coursing through my veins.

I stalked over to the punching bag hanging in the corner of my room, my hands trembling with fury. I started slamming my fists into it with relentless force, each punch driving the anger deeper inside me.

I didn't stop, not even when the skin on my knuckles tore open, the blood oozing out with every hit. The pain in my joints only fueled me further, the searing throb from my broken knuckles sending waves of torment through my body. But still, I kept going, the sobs swallowed whole by my fury.

I didn't hear the door open, but suddenly strong arms wrapped around me from behind, pinning my arms to my sides.

"X, calm down!" Logan's voice in my ear was firm but gentle. "Calm down, sis. I'm sorry."

I struggled against his grip for a moment before going limp, the fight draining out of me. Leonard and Samuel stood by the door, their expressions a mixture of anger and concern.

"Ama went home," Logan said, releasing me slowly. "Take a shower and get some sleep."

Samuel walked up and grabbed my chin, turning my face toward him to examine my cheek.

"It's nothing," I said coldly, jerking my head out of his hand.

"You should talk to dad in the morning," Logan suggested softly.

Dad? It's useless talking to him no matter how many times we try. He simply can't really solve this problem.

I nodded numbly, too emotionally exhausted to argue. "Yeah, I will." I glanced at Logan, whose eyes were full of concern. "I'm kinda tired. Good night," I managed to force a slight smile for Logan and Samuel.

Samuel walked to the door,

took a deep breath, dragging myself to the bathroom exhausted. Thirty minutes later, a hot shower hadn't improved

then my phone buzzed. I checked it

Are you okay?

typed back quickly: Yeah,

immediate: Don't believe you, but we'll talk tomorrow. Maybe

everything, I felt a small smile tug at my lips as

with Martha. Touching my jaw gently, I winced at the tenderness. The mirror revealed a faint bruise

to the side, applying just enough makeup to hide the evidence of last night. I slipped into a flowy pair of shorts

I knocked three times.

deep voice commanded from the

Dad,” I said, sitting in the chair across from his massive

it?" He looked tired, the weight of leading

said, my voice quiet but steady. "Just because I look like Mom. I literally just walked in the door

leave when you turn eighteen?" "Yes, I

hitting Martha," he began, slipping into

dad? Actually listen to

know I

so I can get to school?" If

that," he said, disappointment clouding

door opened before my

school," I said,

conversation isn't over," he said as I turned

I responded

helmet and keys, I swung my leg over my motorcycle and

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