Somebody That I Used To Know

➸ 19. Leonardo

Sorry for the wait! But ideas happen in their own time :) I let the characters speak for themselves. On the bright side, this is just part of the scene I've come up with and so I have the ideas set up for the next 3 chapters so you can expect a lot of updates this week! Yayyyy I know. I was going to extend this chapter but I figured 5,000 words was enough to read for one chap so you'll have to wait a day.

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-if any french is mistranslated , I'm sorry! I used google translate bc i suck. I'm more of an italian, spanish and portuguese kind of girl!-

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Jade

Sometimes you think you know someone.

You think you know them; their mannerisms, their facial expressions, their heart, their mind. You think you know all these things about someone then one day everything just explodes and the person you thought you knew is a completely different person.

Staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror of the hotel, I noticed the faint bruises that graced both sides of my neck had begun to finally fade. They weren't too bad, just slightly green and a little blue. I could make out the indention of Julien's thumb and his fingertips.

Julien, the old Julien, would never have done that. He would never have put his hands on me this way.

That day when I turned to see him striding my way, fear spiked through me because I could feel the anger rolling off of him in waves. I think that was the reason I turned around in the first place.

His hand wrapping around my throat, accusing me of things I had no idea of.

Tyler. He said Tyler told him the truth...

I didn't know what the hell he was talking about. None at all. The next moment, he's going back to his house and I'm running into mine, fighting to get up to my room where I cried myself to sleep, missing dinner. Mom didn't even bother to come check on me. I think she was working late.

I cried all night, wondering what had happened to make Julien do what he did. That wasn't like him. None of this was like him.

The next morning, I go to open my balcony doors only to find a piece of paper taped to the glass, his handwriting scrawled across it.

Père Lachaise Cemetery - 16 Rue du Repos, 75020 Paris, France. Back of cem - back row. Map below. Leave as soon as you can.

He finally left me the address of the cemetery where his parents were buried in Paris; along with Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde and Edith Plath. This was all too surreal. His message, leave as soon as you can... He wanted me gone.

Mom bought our plane tickets that day, plus one. I managed to convince mom that I needed Maya there, which I did. Maya managed to convince her parents that she needed to go and voila, it was settled. Maya's parents were always worried about me, their daughter was my life saver and they knew that.

That night, after everything was settled, I was lying in my bed listening to music with the lights off when I heard the sound of a car pull up. Headlights flashed through my windows and I was up walking toward my balcony, looking out to see an unfamiliar red sports car pull up.

A girl got out. A short, olive skinned girl with long black hair. She looked familiar but I couldn't place it, it was dark. All I knew was that she was alone.

He finally had someone over. Right in front of my face.

I cried in my bed, real soulful cries that wracked my body. I knew Julien was going to do something rash but I never knew it would be so soon. I didn't know it would hurt this bad either. I could hear glass shattering every now and then, something thumping against the wall in his bedroom, then at three in the morning, the girl left.