I'm not a good person.

*Crash* *Crash* *Crash*

Sounds of objects crashing on the floor filled the room as Amanda looked at the group of men in anger. 

"What do you mean by you couldn't bring her here? She is just a girl for goodness sake!"

She yelled at the men who were obviously in pain from the bruises she could see on their faces. 

"We tried.." The one who looked like the leader managed to say with his hand on his injured jaw. 

"You didn't mention she was a really good fighter." He explained in annoyance. 

"I told you she was a bodyguard. Common sense should let you know she is a good fighter!" Amanda barked at them. She hated dealing with dummies and these men obviously were.

Amanda screamed again before looking around for anything else to break but she realized she had already destroyed every tangible thing inside her studio apartment.