Broken Cycle

Chapter Thirteen

Weeks went by and I pushed everyone away. Ben and Carrie tried to contact me here and there but what could I say to them? If we talked, I made it a point that I didn't want to be a topic. I wanted to know more about Carrie's and Ben's lives.

Carrie's parents managed to work through their issues, but they still argued. They loved each other but there were some things they just didn't agree on and some nights it got so bad, Carrie would stay at her grandma's.

Ben's family was still pretty scarce. Him being an only child and his parents always working. He regularly went to parties every weekend but didn't get crazy. He was usually there just to get out of his house.

I told Ben about Carrie. They'd be good together. He was nice, she was nice. He was lonely, so was she. And they had bright futures and good hearts.

Me? I had nothing.

Mason and my mom decided to take a vacation to New York for two weeks, so that left me home alone. Which, I didn't mind. I'd gotten used to feeling and being alone. Jamie stopped by regularly to check on me, but I sent her away within two minutes of her visit.

There was a knock at the door and I opened it. Liam.

"What do you want, Liam?" I snapped.

"You," he stepped forward, putting his hand on my hip.

"Don't touch me. Just leave," I pushed him away and shut the door in his face, locking it.

"You let me in or I'll break the door down!" He banged on the door.

"Good luck!" I yelled and went to my room.

There was a crack and the front door fell down and Liam ran into my room, tying my hands together.

"What are you doing, get off me!!" I kicked him.

"I haven't had sex in a very long time. And we all know how easy you are," he kissed my stomach.

That was when I'd had it. I kicked his groin and he fell and rolled over in pain. I grabbed my knife and cut the blanket he'd used to tie me with. I repeatedly stepped and kicked his manhood so he'd stay down. I called the police and they came to arrest him.

A few hours went by with questioning and everything and I sat in my room, just crying. Crying all of my feelings out alone so I wouldn't be judged for doing so. I rarely cried. I was the person who kept everything bottled up. So to let it all out felt good.

I thought about what almost happened and realized my mom was right. She'd been telling me it was a possibility, and it almost became reality. But I stopped it. He didn't get what he wanted. He got arrested.

My mom had called to check on me, since the cops had called her and told her the incident. The cops had someone fix our front door, which took a while.

When night rolled around, I realized how depressed I was. I hadn't eaten in days, hadn't smiled in months... I didn't like feeling this way. So I called one person I could count on.

"Grandma? Will you come get me please?"