If only...

A broken past

While Liam unloaded the car, I checked my phone. I wanted to help him, don't get me wrong, but he insisted on doing it alone. He had no clue how much I spoil my best friend. I had31 missed calls from the lads, 68 text messages, and 54 tweets about me.

"Could you have called me more or texted me? I don't think I have enough voicemails saying weird stuff like the mermaid made it to Hudson so I put the cookies in for 15 mor minutes. Courtesy of Louis," that boy always made me laugh.

"Um, Jaylor? How much stuff did you buy her?"

"Ehhh only almost 6 grand worth of stuff." I said casually. I guess I was one of those Rich girls people hated because I could spend 6 grand and drive around without a worry.

"And you expect me to carry it all?

I'm not complaining, I am just surprised."

"Hey bro, I offered. And I carried it all and I'm like half your size." I rebutted.

"You're also a gold medal winning gymnast."

"Your point being? You were almost an Olympic runner at one point."

"Touché." He said, "now come give me a hand." I helped him and soon enough we were with 6000 dollars worth of merchandise in my room. I was so excited!

"Wow you really went al out didn't you?" Liam asked

"Ehh, she barely passed not being paralyzed." I said then questioned if it made sense in my head. He sent me a confused look.

"She didn't get paralyzed but almost did." I said slowly until he understood. He laughed, oh he had an adorable laugh, whoever he ends up with is going to be very lucky. As we began wrapping in silence I decided to play Red Dawn, my favorite movie. Liam looked at me with curiosity in his eyes.

"Tell me about yourself, love." He invited. I had a bad feeling about telling him everything, but I knew he wouldn't judge me.so I took a deep breath and began my hard life.

"Well, as you know, I'm an elite gymnast. I've never been taller than 4'10" and I have golden-blonde hair and aquamarine eyes. I've been a gymnast my whole life, all the way down to the tumbling tot classes when I was 2. I used to flip over the banister at my house and that scared my mom." My eyes started to flush with tears. "When I was 4 years old, I met Skylar. I had gone to her house for a playdate. When it was getting late, her mom called my mom to see if it was okay that I spent the night. My mother quickly accepted hoping to make me happy." I took another deep breath unsure if I could go on. Liam saw pain in my eyes.

"Are you okay, love?" He asked concerned.

"Just let me keep going with my story ill be okay. So the next day Skylar's mom drove us to our gymnastics class. I was perfectly happy all practice long. My mom wasn't there after practice. I waited 4 hours that night until the gym was closing. The lady at the counter asked, is your mom coming? I responded quickly and happily with a smile, yes she's just running late. She went back to her work. I walked out the door, and started going down the hill towards my house. When I was about half way down, a dark sedan pulled up beside me. A man asked, do you need a ride home, kid? I almost accepted, but I saw a gun on the floor of the car and remembered my mom saying, don't accept rides from strangers ever. They may want to hurt you. I replied no thank you and kept walking. The man stopped the engine and stepped out of his car. He was coming for me! I quickly ran down the hill into the forest I played in as a child and his in a hollowed tree I found. I placed leaves over the entrance and held my breath. The man walked past the tree and I heard his car engine start and he drove away. I pulled my tiny frame out from the tree and kept walking through the forest. I was crying now, and it began to rain. When I got home, I was home alone. Daddy should be home, I thought, he was not supposed to work late. I changed from my leotard and put on some pjs and my moms plush robe. I made my self a cup of noodles for dinner, because my mom told me to make that when no one made dinner. I sat on the couch and watched cartoons trying to forget about what had happened earlier that day." The who time I told this story, tears were streaming out of my face and Liam who was a full foot taller than me held me in his arms. I really liked how these boys treated girls. I continued my story. "My dad got home late that night and he looked at me and said, 'I'm sorry I couldn't be good enough Jaylor.' He told me mommy was going on vacation for a little bit. It wasn't until later I knew that she died in a head on car crash with a semi. Her car rolled off the bridge the crash happened at. She was instantly dead. It was my father who called her to pick him up, saying he had a couple too many with his friends. The call distracted her enough to switch lanes into the head on traffic." At this point I could barely breath, sobbing at the story. Liam cried too. He told me he thought my life was perfect, I was rich, talented, and successful. That thought of how it looked made me smile. It was a life that was barely together, it was going to fall apart any moment now. "I eventually recovered from that and returned to being a happy, smiling girl. In 7th grade, I had a boyfriend. His name was tanner. He made me happy. One day a girl I thought was my friend went around and told the whole seventh grade that I had slept with him. She was a heartless bitch. We both denied it, tanner and I. She made up another rumor about me too. She started calling me a slut and a whore. She told people I had slept with Reid, justin, and Peyton. Tanners best friends. Tanner broke up with me, even though we all denied it. In the halls people started calling me names, whore slut, ho! They shouted at me. One guy asked how much I charged for a private party. Another one told me to leave the school and go back on the streets in the skimpy clothes I where at my gym. Another girl I though was my friend told me that I was a dirty slut. I cut myself, and I cried myself to sleep at night. One day I was changing in the locker rooms after school before going to gymnastics and they were empty. An 8th grade boy who I knew played football, cornered me. He was big. He was strong. I didn't even know his name. He touched me. He smashed his lips against mine and pressed me onto a bench. He pulled off his jeans and thrust into my exposed body. He took one of the only things I had left that day. When he was done he said, heartlessly, you know, for being such a whore, your not even that good." I cried in his arms. Liam rocked me back and forth in his lap.

"You are perfect, Jaylor." He promised me. My story went on. "That night, after gymnastics, I went home. My dad wasn't going to be home for a while. I pulled a jar of pills out of the medicine cabinet and popped one into my mouth. I began popping more, but someone barged in before I could hurt myself too much. Skylar ran to me and pulled the bottle from my hands. I scrambled at the pills that spilled on the floor crying and telling her that no one needed me. She smashed the pills with her feet and dumped the rest down the drain. I sat on my kitchen floor crying with white dust all over from the pills I had crushed. Skylar held me and helped me get through that time. She saved my life. That was my last year in public school. I was homeschooled up until now. I helped Skylar get through the same things when those heartless bitches tried to get to her in 8th grade. We are like sisters. The rest of my life I had not much drama. At least until..." I trailed off Liam sat there holding me, he was crying too. But I was soon to stop crying.

"Until what?" Liam asked, waiting for the end of the story. I breathed and began telling him about me and Skylar's other best friend, Cecily. "When we were elite, a new girl came to the gym. Her name was Cecily. At the time I was 16 and had a boyfriend who I loved dearly, named max. Right away me and Skylar hit it off with her. We were the three power gymnasts of hawaii. Me and max did the normal couple stuff so she knew me and him were a thing. We were all on the national team together, and we had a drug test coming up in 3 weeks. One night, max invited us to a party. We drank, had lots of fun danced and made out. I left that party with skylar. I was not feeling well. Life went on as usual. Until the drug test. They called Cecily in after the results came and she looked nervous. Me and Skylar were listening through the door. Cecily, you're pregnant, our coach told her. She was shocked. We ran back to the mats we had been stretching at and sat in our splits. You okay? I asked her. No, Jaylor, I'm not. She responded. Than asked me, can we talk? I nodded and we both got up and left. She told me that she was pregnant. I was shocked, even though I already knew. She told me that she slept with someone at that party, and she wasn't going to be on the team for much longer. It broke my heart but she was the stupid one. It wasn't until after practice max talked to me. I have to tell you something, Jaylor. He started. I nodded and held his hand a buried my head in his chest. I've been unfaithful he told me. I looked up at him. I slept with another girl at that party, jay. I'm really sorry. I was pissed. I went off on him for like 30 min. Until I put the pieces together. That whore. I went back in the gym and smacked Cecily hard across the face. I told her she was not welcome in my gym. I also told her about the special place in hell for her and she should run before I do something worse. She looked around and everyone stared at her and she just ran out. Half the people in the gym came to comfort me about the break up and best friend drama. The other half didn't know what was going on. They all ended up on my side. We decided not to let the girl back in our gym. Now my life was soaring. I'm the best gymnast in the world. I have everything I ever wanted" we finished wrapping the presents than got ready to go see Skylar.

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Hey all!

Thanks for reading! It means a lot, even though there aren't too many. I am publishing a second chapter today, so I could reward my readers. This one was really long, but it's vital to character development. It was kind of depressing, but I have a happy chapter coming. I love you guys!!!

XOXO, Abby