The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Thirty

Olivia Thorne

My wrists still hurt the next day which thankfully was a Friday.

Going through my morning routine still half asleep I finally woke up post shower along with a pot of homemade caramel iced coffee I did my hair separating it along the middle before going to get dressed in black jeans and a white long sleeved golden buttoned cardigan.

Pleased with how I looked I walked into the bathroom to do my makeup which simply consisted of mascara and eyeliner since I didn't really want to use anything else, nor did I normally. Once I was done I grabbed my bag from my door and headed downstairs where I found my mom at the front door waiting for me while replying to emails on her work phone.

"Good morning, Olivia," she says giving me a smile and dropping her phone into her purse before I slid on my shoes and double checked that I had what I needed.

"Good morning mom," I say giving her my best attempt at a smile before becoming aware that my wrists could be seen and quickly pulled my sleeves to cover the marks, one's I didn't want to hide. It wasn't right what Demetri had done, but I also didn't want my mom worrying about me.

Stepping out of the house I locked the door for us while my mom unlocked the car which beeped before I joined her. My mom first drove the both of us to Starbucks where we got breakfast before she turned towards my school.

As she parked at the curb, I was thankful to see that Demetri's car wasn't in the student lot that gave me relief even though I felt like a girlfriend should feel excited to see her boyfriend.

"Thanks for driving me, and breakfast mom," I say giving her a smile before pushing open the door and slid out before waving to her as I carried my bag, and food into the school before making my way to the roof where I knew my friends will have gone since they lived closer to the school then I did.

Pushing open the roof top door I saw them both on a blanket that one of them obviously had brought though if I had to guess I'd say Paris.

"Hey girl," Angela says waving to me and I give her a wave back before sitting down with them, a Bose cylindrical speaker in the middle playing music quietly.

"So how was yesterday with your boyfriend?" Paris asks and my thoughts hit me full force making me think about being there against that wall again my breathing heavy and scared. I was only brought out of it when my brain registered the hand moving in front of my face, and I began blinking rapidly to focus.

"Olivia, you, okay?" Angela asks eyeing me carefully.

"Yeah, I'm fine promise. Must have just gotten distracted," I say giving them a smile, "it was good he didn't stay for very long though," I add raising my iced coffee to my lips.

"What's on your wrists?" Paris asks suspiciously her eyes narrowing at my sleeves. My eyes shoot to my wrist exposed again because of my coffee sip, revealling where the now browning bruise could be seen in the shape of a hand with the scratches of Demetri's nails in full view.

"Oh, nothing I just tripped," I quickly cover but I forgot it was Paris I was attempting to fool and she knew I wasn't clumsy enough to hurt myself like this by accident, or in general, I was shy not clumsy.

Pulling my hand towards her she shoves the sleeve up and begins assessing what was on my arm like a detective looking at prints in the dirt of a dumping ground.

"Who did this to you Olivia?" Angela asks softly looking at me comfortingly, while Paris looked like she was debating what the most efficient way to kill someone was.

"De-Demetri," I say making myself stay composed—or trying to.

"Voy a matar al hijo de puta," she bitterly says going to stand and Angela and I pull her back down to sit with a thud against the stucco rooftop