Heartbreak Girls (5sos)

Chapter 1

"Listen, Carter." I told my boyfriend. Tonight was the night that I was breaking up with him. We had been on and off for the last few months. He had been completely unhappy with my decisions not to drink underage or to bang him. So he started to hit me. Only while drunk. When he came to school the next morning he didn't remember it happened. The one time I told him he felt terrible, so I never left him. It kept on like this but never said anything. Our relationship started out fine until I wasn't enough for him. I needed to act how he wanted me and nothing else. I was done.

"What's wrong babe?" He looked at me concerned.

"I've been thinking, and maybe we should break up." His concern turned to anger as he stood up from his chair.

"We are not breaking up." He said sternly standing over where I sat. I stood up and faced him. I knew it was a pride thing. He needed someone to carry around on his arm. He was a popular jock that wouldn't be seen without that "perfect girl". If I didn't act perfectly it would be another fist, one more rude remark, one more kick. He once told me I was special... I sure don't feel special anymore.

"I'm sorry Carter, but we are. I can't take it anymore. I have bruises everywhere. We at least have to take a break!" I started to raise my voice.

"Don't talk to me like that!" He screamed, grabbing me by the wrist, and yanking me to the ground. Once my fragile body smacked against the carpet, he began to violently kick at my stomach and face. "You will tell no one about this! Fine! We can break up! But I'm telling everyone that you cheated on me. You can get away from me, but everyone will think you are an absolute slut! Which doesn't matter, because you are!" I wish I could think that people won't believe him, but he's too popular. Almost everyone at our school is so tightly wrapped around his finger they'll trust in whatever he says.

Before he left my living room, he lifted my head up by my hair, and smashed it against the floor. He then opened the front door, yelling at me to have a nice life, before slamming the door and driving away in his truck. My body ached as I lift my hand to my head and feel blood dripping from a large open wound. I scream out for help, quickly remembering that my parents were out on a business trip and I was left to more than likely cry myself to sleep or bleed out, whatever came first. I catch a glimpse of my phone on the coffee table, and start dragging myself toward it to call someone for help. I unlock it and shakily press on my best friend Luke's contact. He picks up after two rings.

"Hello? Christie? Hello?" I do my best to talk my, my voice raspy from screaming.

"L-Luke? I need help. Please."

"Oh God you sound terrible..... Where are you?!"

"At my hou-use."

"I'm leaving right now be there in five." And with that he hung up, only to show up at my door shortly after. He made no effort to knock before entering, just barging in and running to my side.

"Christie! Who did this?!" My lip trembled as I searched for the strength to string my letters together into that one name.

"C-car-ter." I could tell he was ticked when he began to run his fingers through his hair.

"That boy does not know how to treat a girl! Come here. Let's go get you cleaned up." He said picking me up and carrying me up the stairs to my bedroom. He set me down on my bed then ran downstairs to get a first aid kit. When he returned, he sprayed disinfectant on my forehead gash and I cringed in pain. "It's gonna hurt right now, but I promise, it will get better." When he finished, he sat down next me on my bed. "Is this the first time he has hurt you?"

"No. I should have told someone. I should have broken up with him the first time it happened. God damn it! Why did I have to be so stupid!" Tears started to trickle down my cheeks as I cried into Luke's chest, getting his shirt all wet. "How could I think anything would ever get any better if I sat here and kept this to myself!? God I'm so dumb!"

"You're not stupid. You are the smartest girl I know. You were just afraid of what he would do if you told anyone. Everything will be okay. As long as we are best friends, nothing will ever happen to you."

Luke's POV

"Thank you, Luke. You're the best friend I could ever have. " She told me. Yep. Only best friends. That's what we've always been. That's all we'll ever be. All I will be able to do is tell her that her boyfriend didn't deserve her, that there is someone out there for her, lie about how everything will be okay when I don't know if it will. I'll never be able to hold her close, tell her she's beautiful, kiss her adorable little cheeks or call her mine. But I want to. Oh lord, did I want to. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard Christie's soft little voices. "He said he was going to tell everyone that I cheated on him. That everyone was going to see me for the slut that I was. What am I going to do Luke?" She looked up at me with big sad eyes.

"Well, for starters, there is no way you're getting out of my sight. And if that dick lays a finger on you, he's dead." She nodded, showing me that she understood me. We sat in silence for a while longer until her body became heavy and I saw she was falling asleep.

"You're my best friend, Luke. I love you." She mumbled before passing out.

"I love you too, Christie." If only she knew.