The Bad Boy's? Or my Abuser?

Chapter Eight

The next morning came too fast for Julian’s liking, the poor girl had barely gotten any sleep, and what sleep she did get were plagued with horrific nightmares. The terrified, and exhausted brunette rolled out of bed heading towards her bathroom where she turned on the shower. The vixens anxiety spiked, causing her to lock her own bathroom door, despite knowing no one but her was home, her attention then back on the shower, she quickly stripped down, and moved under the warm spray. Her body relaxed heavily due to the comforting warmth, that her shower had offered her, and she quickly washed.

“I hope-..I pray he won’t show up anywhere the school, or my house..”

Julian heaved a sigh, as she turned off the comforting spray only to move into the unforgiving bathroom, which was extremely cold, and she shivered while she got ready for the day. Soon the brunette vixen was fixing her hair into a messy bun, she then stood back admiring her outfit which consisted of sweat pants, and a crop top hoodie. Juli had put on hardly any makeup, just the bare necessary such as blush, and a little mascara which did little to nothing about hiding her red puffy eyes from crying all night long. The vixen sighed moving downstairs, only to pause in the kitchen, and decided that she would skip breakfast due to her lack of appetite.

“What do I do? I wont get any rest today, Oliver wont give me a break, and the stress about Jason appearing out of no where is scaring the absoult hell out of me..”

The vixens wild thoughts continued, as she tried to organize them, and she heaved a sigh while she unlocked her car. Julian slid into the diver's side, only to immediately turn on some some pop music, trying to relax slightly before pulling out of her drive way, and soon as she pulled out of her driveway heading for school. After roughly fifteen minutes of driving, plus listening to some music had slightly calmed the jumpy girl, and she pulled into a parking spot turning off her car. The nervous reck of a vixen quickly moved into the school, choosing to stay in large crowded parts of the school, rather than the more isolated areas where she could be targeted along, and so she silently made her way to her first class.

“Mrs Storm, can I see you at my desk?”

Mrs Applebottom the schools resident music teacher, called out to the distraught vixen, and Julian nodded softly dropping her binder off at her desk then headed towards her teachers desk. Mrs Applebottom had bright red hair, and a very concerned look on her face as Julian approached.

“Mrs Storm, are you alright? You look like something the cat dragged in, would you like to talk about it?

The concern in the teachers voice was thick, which caused Julian to flinch slightly, and she shook her head ‘no’ indicating that she ad no intention on wanting to talk about it with a teacher seeing as they couldn't help at all. Mrs Applebottom sighed gesturing for the vixen to move back to her seat, and relax for the class period seeing as they weren't doing much plus the vixen already had an A+ in the class so one daily grade wouldn’t kill her. Soon the class came to an end, which meant that the hallway was flooded with people, and a group of boys searching for the distraught vixen which set Julian on edge while she moved through the hallway to her next class speech. The vixen flinched harshly when a hand landed on her shoulder, causing the hand to retract quickly, and nonetheless Julian turned around slowly meeting Olivers shocked eyes.

“Oh man Storm, what the hell happened?’

The latinos shocked tone cut through the hallway, silencing the crowded hallway, and that only added to the anxiety the poor girl was feeling. The slightly muscular brute made a slight movement towards the brunette vixen as if to comfort her, and soon stepped back bitting down on his lip nearly forgetting his role. The stressed vixen murmured a soft insult before turning away, and disappearing into the maze of hallways only stopping when she reached the bathroom. A frantic blonde rushed in after the brunette, only to pull the distressed girl into a tight hug, and soon Julian realized the girl wrapped around her was Sam which caused her to break down.

“S-sam he..he's out of jail. He called me last night...what do i do?”

The brunettes words came out strained, as she was fighting back the tears that were welling up in her baby blue irises, and she felt Sam’s hold on her tighten causing Julian to loose her battle to the tears. The brunette was soon balling her eyes out, while a certain group of guys stood curiously outside the girls bathroom, and listened confused. Who was out of jail? Why did that scare the little spitfire, and then if it was scaring her how bad of a threat was this man? Those thoughts fluttered through the guys minds, and Oliver narrowed his eyes someone else was after his ‘prize’ which he wouldn't allow. The group stormed off growling annoyed, and yet left Julian alone for the rest of the day.