The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Fifty Six

A few days later I sat in my room looking out the window with nothing but my corner lamp to ignite the oppressive darkness around me.

I had just gone through the last two hours of Demetri practically yelling at me down the phone about not giving him what he wanted and walking away when I decided our conversation was over, though I only left when I thought it was over which when I explained it to him he got even madder.

I apologized dozens of times and it didn't seem to do anything but have him be mad at me.

So now here I sat in my window sill looking out through the lightly frosted glass at the snow covered streets and dark windows of all the houses with a few lights on.

Why couldn't I be a good enough girlfriend, I'm trying so hard?

I exhaled and watched in the reflection of the glass as a tear rolled down my face.

I wished I could make him happy, I wanted to, but I couldn't, was I that incapable of loving someone.

You're too fragile for him.

You'll never be enough.

You don't deserve him.

Thoughts kept pouring in, filling my head with all sorts of defeatist words, that I was inclined to agree with.

Maybe I wasn't worthy of him, maybe I deserved to feel this way, to be the receiver of his anger.

I glanced down at my arm now covered in a bandage with the sleeve of one of my grey hoodies pulled over it.

I could still feel them all stinging the ten marks that were releasing blood into the stretchy fabric.

Mom had already gone to bed after having wished me a good night, and to sleep well with a smile, that briefly warmed me.

I didn't want her to know, didn't want her to be upset that I couldn't make my boyfriend happy, or that I was feeling like this.

After all, I deserved this.

Deep down, I felt like I was wrong to think that but at the same time he could hurt me a hundred times and I'd forgive him. I knew his past that he had to fight for everything, that he was mistreated, and in the end he just wanted someone who would be able to at least say yes to him. Maybe I could change for him.

I let out a sigh at the thought before spotting the grey car rolling through the street and it was only when it had parked in front of my moms car that I realized it was Angela's Tesla.

Then my phone lit up and I saw a message from Paris who I may have changed her contact to My Favourite Psycho, to let them into the house.

Standing and wiping my tears I walked out of the room pulling my sleeves down past my hands to go downstairs where I unlocked the door and let both my friends into the house.

The cold air came through the door mere seconds before they did and I moved out of the way more as a way to avoid being collided with then holding the door open.

They then carefully took off their shoes and made their way upstairs where my room was being cautious not to wake my mom.

Getting into my room they sat down on my bed while I stayed sitting on the chair in the window.

"What happened this time?" Paris asks surprisingly being the calmer looking one.

"He told me how he was the only one who could love someone like me, along with how I don't give him what he wanted".

"Which was?" Angela asks.

"Just physical stuff" I say dismissively remembering what Demetri had asked for.

I also had the suspension he would take it if he decided to, though I hoped to god that that wouldn't happen.

The room then returned to silence and both girls stared at me.

"Do you mean like sexual things" Angela muses softly and I wince.

"Yeah..." I trail off before looking out of the window.

"And are you ready for that kind of thing?".

"I-I don't know, yet. I don't think so, but I don't want to disappoint him" I sigh running my hand through my hair and biting my lip a recent habit of nervousness I get.

"You don't have to do something just because he wants it and if he can't accept that, he's not the right person for you" Paris says, "also he sexually assaults you, and I will literally chop his dick off, and feed it to piranhas".

And my psycho best friend is back.

"I'm sure you will" I say a small smile breaking onto my face.

"Paris you're a psycho, but you're my favourite psycho".

Paris then smiled in only a way she could while looking completely normal.

"Also on a better note we talked about waking up holding each other that was an experience" Angela says looking over at Paris.

"Do you two have something to tell me" I muse with a sly smile.

"No" they both reply quickly.

I then looked between them almost inquisitorially.

That was believable.

"Okay then if you two say so" I hum.

"We do say so" Angela says and I just stare at them with a small smile.

We all then sat in my room eventually moving to the bed where we were watching a show together, before I caught Paris looking at my arm and I looked to see the bandages.

"I accidentally hurt myself" I say swiftly while pulling the sleeve down but she apparently wasn't falling for it and pulled the sleeve up while also somehow releasing the metal clamps on it and began unpeeling the wrapping.

I wanted to stop her to grab the bandage and hold them still but I couldn't find the strength to speak or move I just watched as she removed it revealling the scabbed over cuts on my arm which also led to Angela covering her mouth.

"Olivia why did you... what caused you too?" she choked out.

"I'm sorry" I say before a tear slid down my face.

"I thought it was the only way, but got scared and stopped".

They both just nodded before moving closer to me and helping to rewrap the cuts before they pulled me closer and hugged me tightly.

"You never have to cut to feel like you need an escape, or to harm yourself in any way" Angela says softly in my ear while Paris started muttering things in Spanish under her breathe which sort of sounded like prayer but I couldn't be certain.

All I knew is that they cared.


Another short chapter I was at a party its still going so yeah, I hope you all enjoy it, comment, vote, and share. Anyways

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