Bring Me Back To 5SOS {Book 2}

23- Broken

Maya's POV

Zoe jumped on top of me, and I fell back. My head hit the coffee table that I now lay on. She hovered over me and put her mouth next to my ear.

"They didn't listen to you, did they? Answer me!" She said in a raspy voice.

I shook my head. I tried to hide my fear.

"Of course, they didn't. Who would believe you?" She taunted.

I was picked up and shoved against the wall. Zoe's black eyes bore into mine. Nails scraped against my skin. I cried out in pain. I fell to the floor, and she kicked me in the stomach.

She grabbed me by the hair and shoved me against the kitchen counter. She took one of the cleaning supplies and sprayed me in the eye. I was blinded and screamed in agony. She just laughed.

I heard fumbling in one of the drawers and felt something sharp dig into my skin. I screamed and thrashed around. It just made the pain worse. Her hand struck my face.

"Stop struggling," she hissed.

I clenched my teeth together to stop crying out again. It was pain beyond what I'd ever felt. It was like a migraine times ten throughout my entire body.

Finally, she stopped, and my arm was throbbing in pain. I opened my eyes, and my vision was clear. Blood covered my arm, surrounding the words now carved into my skin.

Reject
Mistake

Zoe cackled. The shadows grew larger.

"Stay away from Michael. Don't say a word about this to anyone or else," she said.

She fled out the door with her shadows behind her. I slowly fell to the floor and held my injured arm. The words carved into me repeated in my head like a broken record

Reject. Mistake. Reject. Mistake. Reject, reject, reject. Mistake, mistake, mistake.

I pulled my knees to my chest and started to cry. I couldn't help it. I let out all the tears I'd been holding back for the past five months. I was shaking as tears blurred my vision. Screams of sadness escaped my mouth, and I sobbed until I couldn't breathe. I cried over everything. Every memory, every word, all the pain I felt.

Eventually, the tears stopped falling, and I was calm. I stumbled up the stairs to my bathroom to clean my arm. I winced at the pain and got rid of the blood. I wrapped gauze around my wrist and pulled down my long sleeves.

A voice echoed the words in my head. The words weren't my own, nor was the voice they care from. It was Zoe.

You're a mistake. No one wants you. Your parents didn't. Michael hates you and soon the boys will too, I imagined her saying.

I let out a bitter laugh, and one tear slipped. I managed to choke out two words.

"I'm broken."

*~*

A bottle of vodka, about five shot glasses, and I didn't even know how many beers were laid out in front of me.

I took the small bottle of vodka and held it to my lips. My throat felt on fire as I drank the liquid. I hated the bitter taste, but it made me feel relieved. I felt free.

I finished half the bottle and went to grab a beer. I stumbled up the stairs and grabbed my phone from Dad's room. I tripped over something and laughed.

I opened my camera and started recording.

"Hey, guys! It's Maya," I giggled as I walked back down the stairs. I faced the camera to where the drinks were. "Look what I got!"

I ran around the living room with a drink in my hand. Part of it spilled onto the carpet. I threw it to the floor when I finished, and it bounced off the carpet. I was about to reach for the bottle of vodka when the front door. Das was laughing at something and stopped when he saw me.

"What the hell is going on?" He yelled.

"I was enjoying my drink," I said and held up the bottle.

He took it out of my hand. I gasped. I tried to take it back but instead, I threw up on his shoes.

"Ew!" They all screamed, groaning in disgust.

"Seriously, Maya?" Dad said.

"Sorry," I said and threw up again.

He pushed me into the guest bathroom. I sat on the floor and puked my guts out. Acid burned the back of my throat as the alcohol I consumed came back up.

Dad stood in the door frame watching me. I looked up at him once everything was out of my system.

"Hurts doesn't it," he scoffed. 

"I'm sorry," I mumbled.

He stared at me for a moment before shaking his head and walking away. Uncle Ash took his place, looking down at me with sad eyes.

"Come on," he said and held out his arms for me to grab. "Let's get you upstairs."

He led me up to my room and grabbed me some clothes. I sat on the sink as he turned on the water in the shower.

"I'll wait here for you. Call me if you need me," he said.

I took off my clothes before getting into the shower. The water was ice-cold, so I finished as quickly as possible. I brushed my teeth before walking out. I sat down on my bed next to Uncle Ash.

"You are so screwed tomorrow," he said and ruffled my wet hair.

"I know," I said and swatted his hands away.

"Did you see his face when you threw up? Priceless!"

"I didn't find it funny," Dad said, suddenly at the door.

"You never find anything I do funny," I mumbled.

"Because all you do is stupid shit that gets you in trouble," he snapped.

"Wasn't Zoe supposed to be watching her?" Uncle Ash asked.

"She didn't have to. Maya's not her responsibility. Zoe was just staying here and she decided to leave. It's not her fault Maya can't control herself."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not in the room!" I shouted. "For once could you stop treating me like an ignorant child?"

"Then stop acting like it!" He yelled and walked out of my room, slamming the door behind him.

I flopped back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I could almost imagine I was back in my room in New York with the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling.

Ashton lay down next to me. We turned our heads to look at each other and sighed.

"Why can't we just be normal?"