The next morning I rolled out of bed and walked across the floor to the bathroom where since I had a shower the night before; I brushed my teeth and did my hair in neat coils since I thought I looked better with curly hair.
I also made sure to cover the bruising on my face so that no one would notice
After dressing I went downstairs and made breakfast before my mom woke up so that when she did she'd have food.
When it got closer to seven my mom finally stirred before we said our good mornings and she went upstairs to get ready for work.
By the time she had gotten out of the shower I was slipping on my shoes, and had my bag over my shoulder before walking out the front door, and head off to school.
Walking along the sidewalk I wondered what my day would hold, once again I would have to be faced with Demetri at some point.
Getting to the main road I waited for my turn to cross before I watched the black Chiron I'd seen before pull up to the light with the person in the drivers seat wearing Aviators and hiding behind a black hoodie.
Apparently even rich people don't think the weekend comes fast enough.
The thought was amusing, but highly unlikely as they were making money or close to inheriting money both were good, though they created a divide between the classes of America, and the world.
Twenty minutes later I walked into Williamsburg Preparatory and headed off to find my friends who would both be most likely in our classroom doing something stupid.
Pushing open the door to the classroom I found Paris and Angela by a window.
"Hey" I say softly and they both turn and shoot off the desks before wrapping me in a hug.
"If I see that prick today I'm fucking killing him" Paris mutters before Angela gives her a look.
"No the hell you are not" her friend enforces.
"Damn it".
I let out a laugh at their banter and just stand there embracing that they care. Then my mind started.
It was making me relive everything I wrote out down to the most minute detail, and I began to zone out, dissociating completely from what was going on.
Then a hand waving in front of me me made me come out of my daze.
"Hi" I hum and both Angela and Paris are just staring at me.
"You seemed foggy" Paris says.
"I zoned out" I answer truthfully.
"What about?".
"Things".
"That was vague as fuck details por favor".
"The events between me and Demetri" I relent.
A sigh was released and it was almost like the room lost all oxygen as none of us said a word.
"What all has he done to you?" Angela asks slowly.
"Pinning my against a wall twice, yelling at me, throwing a glass at me, threatening me, burning me, hitting me" I say.
Touching me without permission.
"So domestic abuse, of four counts. His ass could go to jail for a long time once he turns eighteen" Angela says while Paris breathes in and out obviously trying to decompress.
"He could go to jail for a long time right now" Paris mutters, "and by jail I mean six feet under in my backyard".
"What did I literally just say. No killing anyone" Angela stresses to which Paris rolled her eyes.
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The Billionaire Darkness
Teen Fiction{Book #0.5 of The Winters Series} Adrian Leo Winters was many things, the heir to his parents multi trillion dollar empire, the son of the renowned Alexander Winters, but underneath he was cold, and sad, broken from years of being away from his sist...
