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"Brooke get comfortable, we're going to have fun" Dylan says squatting in front of me. I don't even react. "Pick her up, were taking a trip down memory lane"
-----------------------BROOKE'S POV
Did he just? Does he mean? He can't mean the football field. No one knew about that, I don't think anyone knew. If they did they would have made fun of me. They tie my hands together. This can't really be happening.
I don't know why life hates me? I don't see what I did wrong. We stop walking. They drop me. "Thanks guys, you can leave, I want to enjoy this" Dylan says. I feel a tear roll down my face. I'm so sick of crying. I feel so weak. I feel so helpless.
I hear his belt unbuckle. He pulls me up. He laughs when he sees my tears. This is not right! My pulls my pants down. "Now, you better not scream" he says.
----------------I passed out sometime. When I woke up I had my pants back on. I can feel a bruise forming in my face. For a moment I though it was a dream. That washed always when I remembered what happened. I remember him laughing. I remember the pain.
I remember very thing. What I can't remember is what I did to deserve this? The fact that I dated Dylan? But no one hated on anyone else. Why I didn't sleep with him? People should have been proud, they probably would have wanted to be in my shoes.
People are so stupid and bi-polar. I can't take it anymore.
I want to leave
NO! You can do it!
No, no I can't
Yes you can. Think 30 years from now.
I'll be gone by then...
No you won't. You can get married, have childre-
Nope, I'm never having kids.
Fine! Trust me you will be happy!How can my mind tell the future. It can't, I tell myself. It's trying to make you feel better. I sigh and make my way home. I hurt so bad. I hear a baby crying from one of the hous...Shit! Did he use protection! I am so screwed. New plan!
I can wait. If I'm pregnant, I'll live my life. I'll change schools and turn my life around..again. The child can easily go to adoption. I'll make sure they have a good family, good neighbourhood were she won't suffer. If I'm not. I'll die.
I'll write my parents a note, telling them what happened, that it's not there fault...I'll tell them about Louis and Liam. I bring up memories of when I was little. I don't wanna cry again. I make it home, no cars typical. I take a shower and fall asleep.
I wake up and grab my wallet, the one I stole when trying to get away from Louis. I threw out the cards but kept the cash. All the money I've stolen, I keep hidden in this wallet. I easily have, at least 1500 pounds in here. I take out 2 10's.
I get ready and put them under my pillow. If it's there, I can remember to buy the tests. I fall asleep but not before a tear falls down my cheek.
------------------I wake up from a dream. Me and Liam raising a child togther. I am a lunatic! I don't want any of that. I specfically told them to leave me alone so I never have to see them again. I can't be dreaming about him. I grab my money and get ready.
I walk into the drugstore. I see Lisa. Ugh! She saved me when I tried to kill myself. I don't ever look at her, I pretend I'm someone else and I never talk to her. I grab the expensive kind. I wear my sun glasses so Lisa won't see me. I pay quickly.
As I leave the store. Lisa calls for me. "Brooke, I hope its positive" she says. If only she knew. I run home. What the hell? There's 2 cars in the driveway. I put the box in my back pocket and run inside the house. I dash up to my room.
"Brooke, is that you?"
Shit!
Sorry, I'm such a bitch. I haven't updated in like forever. I'm trying to get into my rythem again but all I want to do is watch 'Proof of Larry Stylinson' videos on youtube.
I will try to update mroe often. You might get 2 updates next monday. Maybe...I hope.
Ta, ta,
Teena <3 1D
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