The Bad Boy's? Or my Abuser?

Chapter Six

Memories seemed to continue to replay in the vixens mind, until it settled on one of the ‘nicer’ times that the oh so messed up couple, and time seemed to freeze...

A dark brunette male stood in the corner of the the young vixens bedroom, a disgusted look plastered along his face, as the brunette vixen lie bloodied along the hardwood floor, and groaned in pain. The disgusted brute sneered at the injured vixen, only to move closer to her, and nudge her none to softly with the tip of his expensive looking shoes.

“Juli, come on I barely touched you. Stop being a baby, a little blood shed never hurt anyone.”

The abusive male taunted her, as he stepped over the vixens bruised, and bloodied body on his way out of her bedroom. The brunette vixens dark blue irises fluttered opened, letting a few tears escape the glassy orbs, and she let out a tiny whimper hoping her boyfriend wouldn’t hear.

“Why does Jace do this to me..?”

The bruised vixen mind seemed to scream at her, as she struggled to push her fragile body up into a sitting position, and groaned softly as her efforts paid off with her back now resting against her black&white bed sheets. Julian let a soft whimper escape her lips, only for them to betray her causing her to choke out a sob which only caught the abusive brutes attention, and he came storming into the room with a intense glare. The poor girl had sadly awoke the sleeping tiger, and by no means was this a good thing.

“Shut up, i'm done with your whining! Ill give you something to cry about.”

The enraged brute harshly forced the tip of his tennis shoe into the middle of her ribs, causing the already bloodied vixen to howl in pain, and let the tears she had been holding back fall on accident which only seemed to encourage the evil brute.

Soon the memory faded, and time began the present. Julian was being held tightly by her best friend, as her silent tears expressed the fear that the vixen was still holding onto strongly. The blonde vixen stroked Julian's hair, while whispering sweet nothings into her ear, and remained calm as her best friend used her shoulder to shed her silent tears.

“Sammy….I-”

The Sam gave the distraught vixen a small smile, as she moved to wipe a stray tear, and pull her into a tight embrace. The brunette buried her head into her friends neck, and sighed softly.

“Can we get ice cream now? Im hungry..”

Juli asked trying to lighten the mood, and the two vixens busted out laughing hearing Sam’s stomach growl loudly agreeing with the brunettes question. The two vixens rolled off the bed only to race downstairs, each one of them trying to beat the other to the fridge, and get their ice cream faster.