The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Olivia Thorne

We'd fought for over an hour this time, and it had become a full shouting match before I had hung up the phone, and now was pulling together something to go out in.

Pulling on black leggings something I'd slowly been buying more of because I was starting to get outfit ideas together for myself for later in the year and likely next year.

I say next year because I hope to transfer schools to get away from Demetri. I know the relationship we have needs work if it is going to work and if anything, it needs to balance itself before I can say I'm leaving.

The only problem is I don't know what to work on. I didn't think that love was so much more different compared to all the books and movies I'd seen.

For the rest of my outfit, I'd chosen to put on a baggy hoodie and a white poofy jacket before carefully making my way downstairs and slipping on ankle boots before heading out the front door.

Locking it behind me I started walking allowing my legs to carry me where they pleased which seemed to be towards the Hudson River.

I don't know why that was where my body was willing itself to go that way but it was definitely going to give me time to think, and I probably needed it to clear my mind.

The flurries of snow blew off roofs and swirled around me making it nearly impossible to see any farther than a hundred feet in any direction.

I had begun to think about what could have possibly gone wrong to change me and Demetri's relationship. It all started to change around the time after my birthday and it was something small like him breaking his cool. But we had been arguing because of something I wanted to do so maybe I was the problem.

Maybe I am the problem.

Sighing I kept walking along the sidewalk while snow kept blowing around me dusting people's cars, and their front steps, yet in a month all of this will have melted. Flipping my hood up I stuffed my hands in my pockets and wondered if anyone else in Brooklyn did this, went out for walks to deal with whatever they felt. I hoped not because it was a welcome feeling and more often than not you either felt comforted by the weather, or it improved how you felt. Right now, it was the former.

Leaving Stuyvesant and crossing the road I started on the path of neighborhoods and street crossings that took me to the park bench me and the girls sat at staring at Thornbrook Academy.

I would never be able to go to such a school, I was smart but I wasn't rich and I doubted I'd manage to find friends because of being leagues of status behind everyone else.

Getting to the park I found the bench and brushed it off before sitting down and staring across the river at the Manhattan lights, millions of people living in the same place.

Yet there across the river was the massive school complex where the richest children in the country and many from around the world attended school.

I began to wonder how many genuinely knew what the world was like, how many people suffered, and were impoverished. Most of New York was struggling to make enough money to live a good life, yet I wouldn't be surprised if the rich kids at Thornbrook never worked a day in their lives and viewed the ninety-nine percent as lesser then them.

I definitely felt lesser at times to Demetri I hated us arguing, and I wanted it to end, I just wanted to find a way to make him happy. I was trying to do what he wanted without sacrificing myself and what I was ready for.

Eventually I stood and zipped my jacket up, brushing the snow off of me before walking off into Williamsburg to take the route from my school back home.

As I got into view of Williamsburg Preparatory, I heard the sound of an engine and turned to see the headlights of a car slowly moving through the street towards where I was walking.

In day it would seem normal but it was midnight so I did the only reasonable thing, I crossed the road and headed along the fastest path back to Bedford.

The only problem was that the car turned down the same road I just took and sped up slightly.

Uh oh.

Starting to walk faster I tried my best to get as far as I could without seeming like I was trying to walk away at an unrealistic speed.

Taking the corner, I needed I hoped the car would leave because now I was driving along a business store strip with none of them open meaning there should have been no reason for someone to be here but still the car turned the corner and sped up to stop a head of me with the window rolled down.

"Olivia it's me," Demetri says his face marked by bruises, and he looked like he'd been in a fight.

"Demetri what are you doing out so late, and why did you follow me, and why are you covered in bruises?"

"Stop asking questions and just get in the car," he says and I walked around it to the front passenger seat of this new car of his since this was a Mustang not his normal Camaro.

When he pulled away from the curb we remained in silence for a few seconds.

"I expected that you'd end up going for a walk and I wanted to find you because it's not fair that I just yelled at you for an hour and I'm really sorry for all the bad things I said," he says and it sounded rehearsed, and it was only because of that that I forgave him.

"Apology accepted, also why are you covered in bruises."

"Got in a fight with a group of guys earlier today, I've been sitting at home for hours just treating it all," he says dismissively.

"That's not smart," I remark.

"Yeah, well neither is going for a walk at night there are bad people in the world Olivia, people that could hurt you, and would if they got the chance."

"You hurt me," I whisper so quiet I barely heard it myself.

Demetri then turned to look at me.

"What did you say?" he asks and considering he didn't look terribly angry I don't think he heard me.

"I said I know," I lie while not meeting his eyes.

Demetri then fell silent.

"I need to stop at my house for something," he suddenly says and I just nod while he drove through the streets of Brooklyn.

I wondered quite often if he had past trauma that made it so that he would yell at me that he was argumentative and threw things, and drank.

"Demetri, what happened in your past before you moved out to live on your own?".

"My step mom and my dad abused me as a kid everything was always my fault, and they harped on me for everything, so I have a lot to deal with".

"I'll do my best to help you," I say.

"I'm beyond help," Demetri says, "so please don't try."

"Okay," I sigh before returning to looking out the window of the car as he headed towards his apartment building.

I wish I could help him.

Its short I know, however I have to leave it like this for sake of the story, comment, vote, and share. Anyways

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