The Bad Boy's Singer

16. Her

“You can’t put a limit on anything. The more you dream, the farther you get.” – Michael Phelps



My puffy eyes were the first things I saw in the morning in front of my bathroom mirror as the morning birds chirped and the sounds of the wind sang in my ears. I was on edge; it was like something controlled my brain.

I grabbed the herbal pills in my hand as my veins shook wildly and I was scared out of my mind, I suddenly felt bile go up my throat and I opened the toilet lid as fast as I could to throw up.

My throat was parched when I threw up a little and I closed the lid to flush the toilet. I washed my mouth with fresh water then gurgled some listerine for the breath before I spat it out giving my mouth a minty breath.

My mind went to our scene in the library and his conflicted eyes before he made his choice and went away. I took deep breaths as I closed my eyes to wipe out the memories away and got ready to start my day.

I wore my skinny black jeans and a creamy crop top covered with a white cardigan to hide bruises on my stomach. I tied my hair up and grabbed my bag to attend the therapy session.

As my eyes went over my room for the last time, I was sure I didn't forget anything once I placed the pills inside the bag. Nothing has ever worked on me to solve the trauma effects but the money I stole from mom could cover other medicine expenses.

I walked down from the dorms to the therapy section amongst the other sections in the widely narrowed hallways of Juilliard. I had never expected to start my dream in this state but I had to heal my past before I fixed my future.

My mom thought that singing was a sickness but I was happy that I was sick and not living an ordinary life.

I got to the reception and signed up my name on the log before I went in to see the therapist.

"Hey, how did you feel for your first night?" she didn't beat around the bush as she looked up from her computer to me.

"I don't think the pills work for throwing up but I did wake up late by an hour today with no nightmares, so that was progress," I said, squeezing my hands behind my back before placing it on my lap as soon as I sat down.

She seemed to speculate the issue as she searched up on her computer other solutions to stop the throwing up.

A knock on her door interrupted us when a guy came into the room, he had a devious smile.

"Hey, do you happen to have another dose of cocaine?" he casually asked and the therapist gaped at him in surprise.

"We don't sell that, Dray," the therapist responded with a cough, his face looked familiar but I couldn't remember him from anywhere.

He saw the herbs in my hand and went out of his way to grasp it out of my reach as he scratched the label to show it to me.

"Those are cocaine, my dear friend," the therapist's face was red when she got caught and Dray called the police officer to show him. It was like he planned to expose the entire section and I spotted Xavier when I came out of the room after the therapist had handcuffs and the Juilliard council shook hands with both of the broad guys.

I was stuck in the middle as I stared at the bottle in my hands with the true label that I hadn't noticed. The moment we both gazed at each other, I knew he looked out for me.

How did he know my morning therapy session?

I was truly shocked as the police officers went away with the therapist and Xavier talked to Dray. I mastered my strength when I walked up to both of them.

"What the hell is going on?" he was intolerable and I hated how he was following around my case. Although I was somewhat thankful that the therapist got caught and I didn't take the pills again, I was annoyed at his sudden hate-help personality.

"We investigated the other students from the other programs and caught some of them with the herbal pills you got, Dray and I used a mechanical label breaker to find out that they had been giving cocaine pills." Xavier's voice was clear and hard as his emerald eyes darkened down at me.

I didn't know what to say. I was disoriented about the whole commotion. Dray gave me a sympathetic smile when Xavier ushered his friend to get to their class.

My thoughts were muddled and from the shock of it all, I did a couple of run-ins with students and professors telling me to watch my way.

I can't believe it. I did drugs for the first time.

A girl stopped me with innocent wide eyes and the bandages closed on her injuries but I did realize her blonde hair, she was the suicidal broken girl.

"Hey, sorry to disturb you, have you seen Xavier Adams?" her sweet voice asked politely and she had a serene small smile, her neck was bandaged and her jaw had a scar on it. The girl seemed younger than me by one or two years.

"He just went to his class, I don't know what class he has." I replied honestly and she gave a nod as she pursed her lip when she walked away.

The girl was beautiful even with her battle scars. I couldn't help but think of them both together. The bad boy that saved the broken girl would be their famous title if they were a couple.

With an empty heart and a jumbled up brain, I went to my first class with Mr. Atkins.