Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
LAS VEGAS chapter vii. ❝ romeo's at my window! ❞
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
The drive into Marshfield was peaceful. Though Boris couldn't find peace at all. He was eager to see Juliette again. Though by the time, he estimated that she was already home. And he was correct. Juliette laid on her bed, none of her family knew she was back. She came back around 4 a.m, but she forgot her keys so she had to sneak in through her window. Her earbuds hadn't left her ears, but this time, Chase Atlantic was no longer blasting through. Thomston did.
' CAUSE I DON'T TRUST MY HEADSPACE, IT NEVER STAYS IN ONE PLACE FOR LONG. WOULD YOU LIKE ME IF I STRUNG YOU ALONG? 'CAUSE YOU LIKE ME WHEN I'M TREATING YOU WRONG. '
Fuck it. Juliette ripped the earbuds from her ears and threw her phone. No longer was she going to sulk over a stupid boy. Juliette stripped of her clothes and walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She looked in the mirror, staring at her nude figure. Normally, she would be disgusted to look at her breast and bare stomach, but now, in the state of mind she was in, she didn't care. Paint me yellow and call me fucking sunshine.
After a long shower, she finally stepped out and wrapped a towel around her body. Her red hair dripped with water, but it was pushed back and away from her broken out forehead. Juliette got closer to the mirror, looking at the few pimples that were that were red and covering her freckles. She didn't pop them; no way was she looking for scars.
Juliette stepped out of the bathroom and walked to her bedroom, wondering just how her family wasn't awake by now. She opened her closet and scanned through her clothes. She wanted a bright color that could give people the thought that she was filled with happiness. Pink—she needed something pink. She jumped in front of her body length mirror. Her pink ABBA shirt was tucked into her mom jeans, a black belt helping the outfit. She didn't need shoes, she was only inside her house, but she put on her comfortable white socks. Now was the time—to surprise Gwen.
Juliette walked down the hallway to her little sisters bedroom. "Gwen!" Juliette exclaimed as she opened the light blue door—but only to find the room empty. In a state of confusion, she stepped inside. The bed sheets on her bed were gone, her window was boarded up, no longer were her Weezer posters taped to the wall. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Tears formed in her eyes—her family had left. She sped to her parents room, and there the door was open to the empty bedroom. Her family probably hates her by now—and what would Gwen think? She knows that Juliette took her money, nobody else knew about the stash.
Fuck, was all Juliette could think. She could only cuss herself out until she learned to accept that they left. FUCK.
