𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 | ❝ it's cute that you're afraid of me. ❞ in which jules monroe thinks that there is more to the new kid in west valley then meets the eye. 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐙 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌! 𝐎𝐂
Jules didn't even look over at first, just dejectedly leaned her head back against the brick wall, her eyes rimmed red and her chest still heaving. "Fuck off."
Johnny scoffed, shaking his head slightly as he crossed his arms and shot her a pointed look. "What happened, did Hot Topic discontinue your favorite grunge t-shirt brand?"
"There is so much wrong with that," she exhaled, her gaze still pinned ahead of her as she wiped at her cheeks. If there was one thing that Juliana Monroe hated more than anything in the world, it was the sensation of feeling weak. And she tended to push those kind of emotions to the side whenever she could, but sometimes, they are forced to resurface.
Johnny took a seat next to her. "Fine, if you don't tell me I'll just sit here all day and burden you with my presence."
Jules snorted lightly, swallowing once and putting a hand on her chest. The two sat in silence for a few minutes, before she finally gained enough courage to speak, her tone as level as her erratic heartbeat would allow.
"Do you remember my dad at all?"
"Your dad?" The man repeated slowly, his face pinching as he thought. "That was before we knew each other, 'cause you were all rich and shit."
"We weren't rich," she defended, "we just had a stable income."
"Does this story have a purpose?"
Jules steeled her nerves again, gently rubbing her thumb under her eyes. "Well, he was kind of-" her voice trailed off, not really wanting to disrespect her dead father's name, and exhaled sharply, groaning at how hard it was to force the words from her lips. "He wasn't really your model father, if you know what I mean. He got mad at everything I did, he cheated on my mom, and once he-" she clenched her jaw. "He got really mad and... he hit me."
Johnny was abnormally silent, so she glanced over to see his face, only to see that he was staring directly at the ground. His fists were clenched, and his entire face was contorted in anger as he shook his head. "That son of a bitch is lucky he's already dead."
"Johnny!" Jules chastised, he rose to his feet and turned to face her.
"Well what the hell did you want me to say? What did-" he pointed to the dojo, "he do to make you cry?"
"Nothing!" She denied, her chest tightening to the point that it was painful. "Nothing, he just said some stuff that reminded me of it, alright? It's not big deal, I'm just being dramatic-"
