A Broken Beauty

Chapter three

CHAPTER THREE

The first thing I noticed was how Drews truck smelt just like the room I was staying in. Like washing powder and the woods. Yum.

"Do you know how I got into that persons bedroom?" I asked him speaking my mind.

"First of all that persons bedroom was mine, your welcome. And also I carried you there."

I blushed "Oh. T-Thank you." I mumbled shyly

"Your cute when you blush" he said with a wink, which only made me blush more.

I just lowered my head so that my long brown hair was putting up a barrier in between us.

"Well, Taylor, I think it would only be fair that you have to tell me about yourself. Since, you know. I had to do the same." He smirked.

"Well what do I say?" I asked shyly

"Tell me about your family." He said curiously.

I could literally feel the color of my face drain off. My face must've been so pale I looked as if I was dead, which would've been better than being put in this situation.

"I..uhh. Well um..I-I don't h-have a f-family." I mumbled quietly, hoping he would realize I don't want to talk about it.

"What do you mean you don't have a family?" He said stupidly. Yes. The way he said it was stupid.

"Well my mom died four years ago..." I said coldly, looking out the window.

"Oh my gosh. I'm soo sorry. If I would've known I wouldn't of asked..I'm so sorry" he said worriedly.

"It's okay. I'm fine. It was a long time ago." I said reassuringly. I didn't need him to feel sorry for me. I can take care of my self. That's why I came here. To be by myself.

"Do you mind me asking how?" He said back to being the curious boy rather than the worried boy.

I hesitated. Do I tell him she was in a car crash? Or the whole Vanessa thing? If Vanessa ever found out she would kill me! I decided to play it safe and not lie to him or ask for Vanessa to kill me.

"I don't want to talk about it." I said numbly. I could feel the tears in my eyes threatening to escape. I quickly wiped them away.

"I'm sorry." He apologized again "Well lets talk about something happy. What about your dad?" He said trying to lighten the mood.

My face instantly turned stone cold as he said the word dad. I don't hate my dad. I just hate what he did. Or more of what he didn't do. He wouldnt love just one woman. He wouldn't stand up for his one daughter. And now he lost both of us, and he is stuck with that disgusting woman.

"He might as well be dead." I mumbled coldly

"Oh." He said guiltily. "Any brothers or sisters?" He questioned hoping to get some answers from me.

"I'm an only child."

"Damn." He whispered. "Your a Broken Beauty, Taylor Matthews."

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After several hours of shopping, I managed to get enough clothes to last me for a while. Now all I have to do is find an apartment near the schools where I'll be graduating and buy a car. But for now I think I'll just go back to Mr.Walkers house and take a nap.

When I get to the house I'm bombarded with testosterone. There is seriously something wrong with this family. There is a nerf gun battle going on, remains of many failed attempts at making ramen noodles and all sorts of video games lying around. This place is a freaking mess.