The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Seventy

When school came on Monday it was the scariest moment I'd ever had to go to. I was terrified of seeing his face the next day, I was afraid that my friends would learn that I pulled a gun to defend myself and think I was a murderer.

I didn't want to be alone or isolated, I didn't want to trapped with only Demetri and his will to do whatever he wanted to me, I didn't want that ever.

Getting into my mom's car that morning was sort of like the final barrier of protection before I'd have to face all of my problems of that day, and I doubt any of them were going to be pleasant or nice to me.

Bianca was also becoming a more common sight I saw her often around and usually I found her around Demetri.

The Weeknd was the only way I could currently escape the world, I didn't party so I didn't drink or do drugs. My drug was music and the serotonin it coaxed out of my body, I found peace in it. Now I was using it to stay sane on the way to school.

"Olivia!" my mom's shout breaks me out of my unfocused trance and I tear the headphone out of my ears.

"What... sorry, I'm so sorry mom, I'm..."

"Stop just breathe I'm not mad at you, I was just trying to get your attention so I could ask why you have almost like bruising along your hairline".

I was shocked I didn't even know that was possible, I didn't even believe that what Demetri had done last left a bruise.

Flipping down the sun visor I opened the mirror and was faced with my brunette hair with a thin purple red line along it.

"Oh," I gasp before shutting the mirror and looking at my mom.

How was I meant to explain that, she wasn't dumb by any degree and if I lied, she'd see through it so if I was going to lie, I better make it good.

"I actually don't know how that got there, or what could have caused it, I pull my hair when thinking but I didn't think I was doing it that hard," I say which was at least partially true I do pull my own hair but it's more like fisting it then pulling it.

"Well maybe don't do it for a while," she says softly but I could see something else I just didn't have time to figure out what it could have been.

When she parked by the curb, I turned to look at her and smile softly.

"Bye mom, have a good day at work."

"You too Olivia," she replies before I push open the door and take my bag out of the backseat before shutting both doors and walking towards school.

Pushing open the doors I felt like I was coasting through the halls rather then walking. The sense of almost aimlessly drifting towards my first class of the day which would be where the girls were hiding as both of them likely came together, and Angela's Tesla was parked by the curb.

Still couldn't believe she got it for only ten grand but I suppose since it was used and from several years ago it made sense.

Walking into the classroom as expected I found my friends sitting on their phones occasionally pointing them at one another telling me that they were using snapchat filters to change how the other looked and sending it to one another.

"Are you two so tired that you are taking pictures of the other to send to them?" I bemuse leaning in the doorway with a concerned expression.

"Hi Olivia, also yes we are," Angela says.

"You two have a special bond," I laugh walking over to them before sitting down in one of the chairs.

"Hey it's what makes us friends," Paris says.

"I'm pretty sure you two are more then friends some days," I muse and they both go silent.

"I'm joking and if you are I have no issues with that sexuality is a spectrum."

"We know," Angela says a small smile on her lips.

All of a sudden, I heard my phone ding and I pulled it out to see a text message from Demetri telling me to come see him out in the hallway.

"Demetri wants me to go see him in the hallway," I says standing and both my friends give me cautious looks.

"We'll come out in a moment to see if everything is okay," Paris says.

"Thanks Paris," I say giving her a half-hearted smile, before leaving the classroom.

I maybe made it halfway down the light filled hallway before I spotted the tall auburn-haired figure of Demetri.

"Oli," he says.

"Don't call me that please, what do you want?" I ask making sure to stand at minimum five feet away from him, I could have stopped sooner I don't know, all I do know is that I am out of his arms reach.

"Wow so I come to apologize and someone is hostile," he says acting like he had no idea what he did.

"Well considering you have touched me twice in a sexual way without me giving you permission I'd say that has some decent reasoning to be hostile".

"You know what maybe if you didn't look like a cheap whore, I could control myself."

Right as I went to open my mouth someone else spoke and the second, they did I knew who it was.

"What the fuck did you just call her," Paris says, "how about you stop being an abusive prick and try and be a good person, but oh wait you're completely incapable of doing that because of how twisted and fucked up you are Demetri Flanne, you deserve to be in jail."

"Too bad I'll never end up there," Demetri shot back.

"There is more then enough proof that you abuse Olivia almost weekly, I can see the bruising on her head, I've seen it on her arms, her body, her face. You are fucking sick, and I hope you go to hell, or at least get something close to that one day."

"Not going to happen, also I have never meant to hurt her, it's why I apologize for it each time".

"Sometimes it gets to a point apologizing doesn't work anymore," Angela pipes up and I hadn't actually realized that both my friends had stopped to stand by me.

"Yeah, well having a gun pulled on you doesn't exactly make her innocent either."

"You're friends tried to rape me, and you constantly hit me and verbally abuse me so I had enough."

"That wouldn't hold up in court Oli," Demetri smiled, like he knew that there was no way he'd get caught.

I then once again acted without thinking and slapped him hard across the face.

"That's for being a piece of shit," I mutter before walking away to head up to the top of Williamsburg and jogging up to the top of the stairs I eventually pushed open the doors and walked to the edge of the roof staring over a slightly gloomy Brooklyn.

I wanted to escape this place, not Brooklyn just this school, and the relationship I was in. I wanted to be separated from the hells of my life.

The door opened to the roof and both my friends came out before the door shut and all three of us were surrounded by the wind blowing past us. It was desolate, none of us said anything before Paris walked over to me and stood beside me as I stared out on the city around me.

"You know we will always be here for you Olivia," Angela says looking at me comfortingly.

"I know, and I appreciate it," I say looking at both of them.

"You're welcome, Olivia," Paris says before both girls wrapped me in a hug, and for a brief second I felt okay, and without issues. I felt free.

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