Dressed For Death

CHAPTER 7

JULIETTE

"Why do you want to know this so badly," I asked him while buckling my seat belt.

"Maybe because I don't want to be an asshole for once" He grumbled. I looked out the window and rested my head against it.

I guess it was my turn to act like an asshole now, but my family is one of the subjects I never talked about. It's just too overwhelming for me, and I didn't want people to think differently about me when they'll learn the full story.

Some things are better left unsaid...

"Now you're silent?" He scoffed, but I still didn't respond. I was extremely tired of everything.

"Normally you won't shut up for one second, and now you're all sad and silent" He continued, but he was mostly talking to himself at this point.

"Shit, I hope you're not depressed because daddy didn't want to give you his credit card" He chuckled. This comment made me turn my head so fast towards him.

"Pull over" I just said to him. He looked at me in confusion, but I was dead serious. Of course, he didn't take me seriously since he didn't stop the car.

"I said pull the fucking car over!" I almost yelled. He pulled the breaks and the minute the car stopped, I got out of the car so damn fast.

I didn't know where I was, but I didn't care. I would call a damn taxi if I had to. I walked away from the car and didn't look behind me.

"Juliette this is stupid! Don't act like a child right now" His words were making my blood boil, but I kept walking without turning back.

Hayden ran to me and placed himself in front of me. I simply continued to walk away. He wanted to act like an arrogant bitch, well two could play this game.

"You're such a bitch" He said to me. I don't think he meant for me to hear it, but I did and it made me turn around.

I walked towards him and slapped him in the face. "Don't you ever call me that again, do you understand" I glared at him as I gripped his shirt into my hand.

He swallowed and nodded. "Well, look who's a good boy when he's being scolded" I mocked him and I released my hold on him.

"I'm not a fucking dog," He said to me with his jaw clenched.

"Then act like a man butter biscuit" I turned back around and walked I didn't know where exactly.

"And what about you? I commented on you being a daddy's girl and you get mad? Immature much" This boy was going to catch these hands if he didn't stop talking shit.

"Yeah, that's it. Go cry in daddy's arms" He sneered at me.

I cracked my knuckles before I turned once again on my heels to face him. Once I was near him, I punched him directly in the face.

I winced as my hand went jelly, but damn that felt good. "You're a fucking selfish, ill-mannered, and arrogant piece of shit!" I screamed at him.

"I'm not a fucking daddy's girl, I make my own fucking money and I'm the one taking care of my damn family or what's left of it anyway" I let out as I shook my hand that punched him.