My "little" secret is out. (COMPLETED!)

Chapter Nine:

Chapter Nine:

Julia POV:

Beep beep beep!!!

I open my eyes and sit up slowly.

Damn fucking alarm.

I grab my phone and turn off the alarm.

Why do I have an alarm on a Saturday again?

Right..

I have to exercise every weekend, and tonight was the party at Mandy's house.

I get up and pull on my jogging clothes.

A tank top and jogging pants along with Nike shoes.

I pull my hair in a high ponytail and grab my earphones.

First of all, I hate exercise, but my therapist said I had to at least jog to keep my depression out of the way.

Yes, I could get depression, but my parents made sure I don't.

I got tips from my personal therapist and as long as I follow them I will do great.

Yeah right. The goddamn woman is robbing us from our money and I wish they could see that.

Plugging in my earphones, I make my way to the door.

Usually I would skip Sunday exercises, because I am lazy.

But sadly, today is Saturday.

I start to jog down the sidewalk and last night's images flashes through my mind.

Hunter's worried eyes haunts my dreams.

I can't forget him, no matter how hard I try.

He knows something...

Mum and Dad finally exploded.

They didn't even stop screaming and shouting when I walked in.

They just kept on, ignoring me.

Mum had thrown about five plates at Dad and I was left to clean it up.

Dad even shouted at me.

I was shocked, and I still am.

After I fled the kitchen, I heard a horrifying scream and when I went back to the kitchen my mother was hunched over the counting, holding her eye.

My dad was shocked, and I stayed in my room after cleaning up.

My dad raised his hands for the very first time at my mother and I have no idea how to handle it.

I don't know what Hunter is thinking about my life now, probably what everyone else thinks.

I am a miserable girl that has abusive parents.

Or maybe the poor girl that can't even smile at a joke.

I jog a little faster and try to ignore the aching tug in my stomach and the burning in my throat.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

All I wanted for Christmas last year, was a peaceful family.

All I wanted for my birthday was a happy ending.

And all I ever got was unhappiness, parents trying to kill each other, rumors and back stabbers.

I had the same wish ever since I was thirteen.

I feel hot tears sliding down my cheeks and I start to run.

My feet are hitting the sidewalk hard and I can feel the burning in my chest.