Chapter Eighty Four

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At some point my mind had cleared almost unnoticed like the fog during an autumn morning.

I was walking through the park along the opposing shore to Thornbrook Academy and from here I could see their polo field the only difference was that a thick line of trees had sprung up just behind it obscuring the front gardens of the school and the back portion leaving only a thin area where the school was visible and I began to wonder how many students ever looked over the river at Brooklyn.

To pretentious and snobby to do that.

I laughed at my minds crude humour as I found a place under one of the trees to sit and stare at a place that despite being so near was oh so very foreign.

New York had private schools but they all seemed to me like they were normal schools with slightly more expensive education.

Thornbrook was one of the schools people of influence attended or sent their family. Behind the shiny iron gates was a world no one but the elite would ever see.

I imagine news crews wanted into the gates of Thornbrook to view the campus and get close to the worlds most wealthy heirs.

It wasn't actually hidden what the school's requirements were they appeared every day when I walked to school. Them and all of there fancy cars and expensive accessories.

I knew that I could never look like one of them and never would be any of them. Neurologists didn't make several million a year like every parent of a Thornbrook kid.

My life will be small and forgettable not like there's always in the spotlight, I pitied them and despised them at the same time. Pity for the constant scrutiny they must all live under from both their parents and peers, and I despised all of them for the lack of generosity they showed the world, never looking outside of their jaded money veiled world. None of them cared that most of the world would never be as fortunate as them.

I was fortunate by most people's standards, in fact I was "rich" by most people's but in New York a single mom who made four hundred K was a penny drop to the people on Wall Street or anyone who lived in Manhattan, even Brooklyn Heights we had celebrity homes and the newest one the person who owned it was still unsighted yet their vehicles had been photographed showing up as: Millionaire Big Spender Photographed In Brooklyn Heights.

I actually wondered if they cared about being spotted there I didn't think they did because their identity was covered but I heard people talk about it saying that if they had that kind of lifestyle they'd be spending like crazy, some of the boys even said they'd live like the Wolf Of Wall Street and had I not seen the movie I wouldn't realize how piggish of a statement that was.

The rich affected the world and I don't think they saw just how bad they did, money blinded them and every part of me wished someone who was apart of those circles thought like I did just not all the pain and abuse. No one deserved that under any circumstance.

Suddenly the sound of slow moving tired crushing gravel under rubber spooks me and I turn around to spot Angela's Tesla parking nearby before both occupants raced over to the riverside walkway and with every part of myself I yelled out don't see me, but in vain of my silent protests they glanced at me and began moving over to where I sat under my chosen maple tree, alone.

"Olivia we haven't seen, or talked to you all day, in fact you haven't even acknowledged us the whole day" Paris says plopping down next to me picking one of the leaves as she did so.

"Are you okay?" Angela asks, and all I could muster was a nearly insignificant headshake.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she adds, and once again I shook my head, glancing up at them thinking of all of the things that had happened just in the past week. All of it was getting worse and I knew that, how I'd gone through six months of it I actually didn't know I felt trapped. Never allowed to leave, never able to escape, I was unable to do either of those, and if I tried I would end up in trouble by Demetri. Who I knew for a fact would do things that I'd rather not actually talk about to me if I were to say I word.

The bubble had trapped me, and I needed help. But then again I couldn't escape, I had no way of ensuring that would happen.

"Not really no, besides there is nothing either of you can do to fix it or turn back the time".

"Okay" Angela sighs though I could tell she didn't really want to actually let it go, but I knew she would, same as Paris. They listened and I was appreciative of it, and all the things they ever did for me all of it helped me and they didn't know it but they kept me going most days, however if Demetri knew that I had talked to them at all about anything in relation of us he would likely hurt me again.

So I was quiet, and held my tongue making sure that nothing came out that would at all put them, my mom, or myself at risk of getting hurt.

I didn't like the people I cared about getting hurt not at all, and I knew that slowly despite being broken by Demetri, my own sheer will was what was ensuring I never did collapse under the pressure of it all.

"When you want to talk to us about what is going on you know we are all here" Paris says casting me a smile, that I weakly return.

"We'll see you back in school Olivia" Angela says before she and Paris walked away leaving me to stare across the water at a school that seemed so distant and yet was so close that any truly motivated person could have swam to it. Thornbrook Academy a place I'd likely never visit let alone see up close for a single second in my life, aside from afar or on Google Maps.

But a girl could dream.
    
   
This is really short and I know it is, it was going to be slightly different however these chapters and the place she goes has a lot of reasoning, I had someone say the other day that my book seemed like it had no plot when I thoroughly think through all of it and write out what happens in each chapter the only time that didn't happen was with TBQ but that was because I had so many ideas and mentally figured out plot that it was easy, however please comment I like reading all of your thoughts, vote, and share. Anyways

Peace

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