The Broken Hearted Girl **HOLD**

Chapter 3: Bring It Bitch

 Chapter 3: Bring It Bitch

After that oh so eventful morning I went back to sleep. I slept for another hour before I heard my door open. I cracked open one eye just to see who it was. I saw Cody's brown hair in the light; I sat up as he walked over to my bed. I looked down in his hands and saw the first aid kit he was holding. I sighed, and gently grabbed the case from him. I turned on my room lights, and shut my door all the way. When I turned around I saw Cody looking down at his bruised hands. I walked over and sat next to him. As delicately as possible I reached for his hands to start bandaging them up.

"I know you saw what happened down stairs, go ahead yell at me. Tell me how stupid I am for helping someone who doesn't even want our help." Cody said just above a whisper. I looked up from his hand to see his broken blue eyes looking into my green ones. A tear fell down my face, and I gave him a sad half smile that didn't reach my eyes.

"At least she'll talk to you, or even look in your direction..." as more tears started falling from my eyes. He pulled me on his lap and held me close to him while I silently cried. My mom refuses to acknowledge my existence. I look too much like dad, and I guess looking at me is just too damn painful. I hate that when dad died I lost not only him, but my mom too. I made a pact with myself that night; I will never get so attached to anyone. I just need to protect myself from others, and make sure my walls never fall down.

I finished wrapping up Cody's knuckles, and I laid down on my bed again. I glanced up at my clock, three in the morning that's cool. I didn't hear Cody leave; I looked around the room to see him sitting in my desk chair watching my bedroom door. This always happens when mom brings a random guy home. Cody will come in my room and sit in my desk chair so in case one of them comes in my room to touch me Cody will be there to protect me. I smile at how protective he is over me.

Cody looked over at me and gave me his goofy grin. I waved him over to lay down with me. He looked at me questioningly; I just rolled my eyes and got up to drag him over by me. Cody and I always used to sleep in the same bed, because of his protective nature. When I was little and I had a nightmare he would make me go to his room and lay with him, not mom and dad. So whenever mom brings a guy home and Cody plans on staying in my room anyway I make him lay down with me. Once when this happened I just fell asleep, and Cody had his arms protectively around me, I heard my door open and a guy popped his head in. He took one look at Cody's arms around me and walked out. So our theory works, Hailey never comes near us though. Cody says she wants those creeps to come and touch her; I just shake my head at my brother.

I smiled when I felt Cody's arms pull me into a hug. I feel safe, and I hardly ever feel safe anymore. There are two gangs in our town, constantly fighting over territory, girls and other things I don't need to know. They are both dangerous; Cody has a lot of them in his classes. I know what you're thinking, holy shit he is only twelve and there are gang member in his class. Yes, unfortunately there are. But I don't have to worry about Cody because he is on the jock side. He's on the football team, baseball, basketball, lacrosse, hockey and even soccer. Cody is really good at all of these sports, everyone in town knows him and everyone loves him.

Then there's Hailey, she doesn't do any sports anymore. She doesn't talk with her old friends either, she hangs out with the girls who are like the future sluts. I don't really have a specific group of friends. I still have Ava; she's still my best friend. And she still has a crush on Cody, and he knows it. So whenever Ava's over he makes sure not to wear a shirt, then come into my room to 'ask' or 'tell' me something. He really just likes watching her blush, I'm not going to lie, Cody is freaking built. I think it's from all of those sports. He has all of the muscles the girls love. It's kind of pathetic when I walk with him through the town or the beach and people are either glaring at me or they are drooling over my brother.