Broken Pieces (Interracial)

Chapter Six: Break Your Walls Down

Alia's POV

Although I freaked out back there, I really enjoyed my one—on—one time with Liam, I feel like even though I didn't tell him anything, part of my wall was broken down, right then and there. I don't know what came over me when I kissed Liam's cheek, but it honestly felt great, I can feel the tingle on my lips still. I look in the mirror, and smile widely like a dumbass in the mirror while touching my lips, at first I saw my reflection and, but then I saw him, and he was repeating those dreaded words,

“You are useless, and no one will love you, that's why you'll always be with me. Nobody will ever care about you, take care of you, but don't worry baby girl I'll put some use to you, 'cause you're finer than a dime.”

Memories flow through my head, I yell back at the reflection even though no one is really there,

“I'll find someone who loves me.”

He laughs, which disgusts me. It gets louder and louder, I cover my ears with my hands, but I can still hear him

“You are USELESS! Ain't nobody gonna love you, I mean look at you!”

I just hear that word repeated over and over again,

“useless”

“Useless”

“USELESS”

I feel tears forming, but I refuse to let them fall, but then the words kept on echoing in my head, and I still saw him in the mirror, and his sickly smile makes me want to vomit. I try to block him out, but my imagination is not making him disappear. He says it one more time,

“USELESS!”

I finally have had enough; I grab a brush and throw it at the mirror,

“Shut Up!”

The mirror shatters, and his reflection finally disappears. I drop to my knees, and drop head to the ground. I pick up a piece of the shattered mirror and look through it, once again my mind starts playing tricks in me, because when I looked I didn't see my reflection, instead, I saw the 13 year old me staring back at me. I looked so broken and sad, suddenly my horrible foster brother, and his four friends are standing behind me with evil grins on their faces. The reflection of younger me, turns around, and the boys grab her. I shake my head,

“No, stop! Leave her-me alone. Don't do it, please!”

Once again, I am screaming at an image that isn't there. I grip the shattered piece of mirror in my hand, unaware of what it is doing to the palm of my hand. Suddenly I felt giant arms embrace me, and I freak out,

“NO, please—please! Leave me alone, I don’t wanna do, I don’t! PLEASE don’t let me do it—STOP, LET ME GO, LET ME GO! Please, I d—don’t want to do it again, please not again—”

That's when I realize Liam is trying to calm me down, I snap out of my panic attack, and look around to see that all the boys came in the room to see what all the commotion was about. I look at Liam, who looks horrified,