Broken

HIM

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PEOPLE PLEASE READ THE NOTE AFTER THIS CHAPTER!!! PLEASE ITS VERY IMPORTANT!!!!!

Is there anyone out there like me? Is there anyone who doesnt have a parent who loves them? I think of these things as a foot catches in my stomach. Lying on the floor of my living room, staring at the wall trying to drown out the insulst my mother and father throw at me.

The pain is unbearable. I hear a sicking crunch then feel the pain in my hand. I cry out in pain, but soon silence due to the foot stepping on my throat. I see the black spots instently. Why me? Why?

Waking up in the living room, again, I struggle to the stairs that lead to my bedroom. I stumble into my bathroom  Undressing I look at my wounds. The bruises that were starting to heal turned a darker blue.

From right under my chest to under my belly button was all blue. Hell I looked like a seriously messed up oreo cookie. They broke my pinkie finger on my left hand. It's a good thing I'm right handed or this would have been an even worse day than it already was.

I took a careful, cold shower. The water ran down my back to the floor when I notices the blood. It was mixed with the water on the tiles and looked almost pink. I reached up and felt around my head to find where the blood was coming from. Flinching when I find the spot.

I pulled my fingers back and find them covered in blood. Great. Getting out of the shower and wrapping a towel around myself, I start tending to my wounds. I can't do much with the head wound except clean it. But I do wrap up my stomach and finger.

My room isn't what a normal teenage girls room is supposed to look like. The walls are bland and plain. A single mattress layes on the floor with a pillow and blanket.

What little belongings I have are on a small desk next to my bed. And when I mean little I mean three items and some clothes are all I own.

Walking over towards my closet I grab my biggest sweatshirt and skinny jeans. Throwing them on as I walk down the stairs being cautious of my backpack bumping my bruises.

My head phones in shuffling my Bastille album I head towards school. I need to change up my routine. I always walk the same way to school, always blaring music in my ear, and always being mindful of my wounds.

I add another thing that always happens on my walk as i feel a presences beside me.

"What do you want Jack?" I sighed and pulled out my ear buds.

"Whos Jack?" A voice that I know all to well said.

I turned very slowly praying that my imagination was just playing and it wasn't HIM who stood by me. The one who caused me endless tourter for weeks. The golden boy.

My worst nightmear was looking down at me with a confused expression on his face. I stared wide eyed at the person infront of me, opening and closing me mouth, probably looking like a fish out of water.

"Who the hell is Jack?" He repeated with a look that would kill. He grabbed my shoulders roughly when I didnt answer right away.

"Whats it to you?" A voice to my right said obiously startling both me and HIM.

HIS stare usually sent people running for their mommys but not Jack. He just stood against the brick building with an ammused smirk on his beautiful lips. Wait beautiful? Where did that thought come from?

Jack started foward with the ammused smirk still playing on his lips, if you looked into his eyes though you would see the coldness behind his dark green orbs.

"None of your buisness, get lost dude." HE said staring at Jack.

"It's my buisness when your touching my girl." My heart jumped when he said my.

"Your girl?" HE seethed.

"Yes, my girl. And I highly suggest you get your motherfudging hands off her before I break them."

"Whatever man." HE backed up with his hands in the air.

He started to walk away but turned and looked at me with a look that I dread seeing. A look that means I'm dead, so dead. I repeat D-E-A-D!! Dead.

"What the hell was Will King doing?" As soon as HIS name left Jack lips all I saw was red.

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