~Julies pov~
My eyes filled with tears as I ran out of the studio. Mace chased after me.
"Julie wait!" He called. I didn't stop. He threw his hand on my shoulder and spun me around engulfing me in a hug. I struggled to get out of his grip but he didn't let go until I finally gave up and hugged him.
"Now..." He starts, putting both his hands on either of my shoulders looking directly into my teary eyes. "I will take care of it. You can stay at my place until he's gone incase he comes back for you, okay?
"I'm not scared." I say bluntly. "I'm mad."
*Mace's pov*
Mad? I thought. Shes mad? How could she be mad? She should be scared. After all he did... Not a single ounce of fear installed her. How...? I lead Julie out to my car around back and we both jumped in.
*Julies pov*
Mace and I drove around town looking for any sign of my father. I can't fucking believe he's back. After all he did. After all he put my mom, my brother, and I through. He deserves death. My thoughts grew harsher and harsher until Mace snapped me back to reality. He pointed out a small woman with obviously dyed black hair with blonde roots. She wore what looked like purple scrubs with a pull on sweater over it, with tears streaming down both her cheeks. As we got closer I realized who it was.
"Mom?!" I ask jumping out of the car and running over to her. I've only ever seen her cry once and that's the day my dad left.
"Julie!" She hugged me tight.
"Mom... Whats wrong?" I ask looking into her makeup stained eyes.
"I-I..." She stuttered through tears. "I lost my job..." And for the second time today my jaw dropped.
