We are one (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 18

I walk through the cold corridors of the Juvenile Centre. I'm alone. I mean I do have a few friends here. None of them I trust though. Not as much as I trusted Cody. Although, a girl called Susan is ok. I guess. Before I know it, I'm pushed into a janitors closet.
"What the fuck!" I say. One of the eldest boys here are pressing his body against mine. We're breathing the same air. I don't know his name but I've seen him around. He's been staring at me for the past couple of weeks. I don't know why though. Who would stare at. I've got the body of an 10 year old even though I'm 15 now.
"Get off me!" I try to keep my breathing steady. I'm freaking out! He can't do anything. He can't do anything. I keep repeating that to my self.
"Get off me" he mimicks my tone and laughs.
"Why should I?" He smirks.
"Fuck off!" I yell. I try to push off me but he's like twice the height of me and twice the size.
"Tris, what a beautiful name for such an ugly girl." He laughs.
"Well why am I here if I'm ugly." I say, wishing I hadn't done that.
"Because I like to girls like you. Hump and dump." He says
"I don't think I'm that kind of girl." I say. His lips smash against mine. I try to pull away but my head hits a brick wall. I bite his lip before he can do anymore. Blood starts to pour from his lip and he stumbles back wards.
"Whore!" He yells and punches me in the jaw. I fall to the floor. Pain shoots all over my body as I hit the cold concrete floor.
"Agh" I let out a whimper. He walks over to me and I curl into a ball.  He hits me in the nose. Blood trickles from my nose.
"Worthless shit!" He yells and kicks me in the ribs. Just like my dad. I hear his voice in everything the boy says, everything. He straddles my waist.
"You deserve this." The voice of my dad says. The boys fist hits my face.
I feel him fumble for the hem of my shirt. No! I gasp for air and then black out.
"Tris, wake up." I hear a distant voice say.
"Come on, Tris!" I feel some one shake my shoulder. I jump and almost fall out my bed. Cody stands at the side. His eyes wide with shock. I breath deeply trying to get my air in. In and out Tris.
"Hey, it's ok." He try's to grab my hand but I pull away. I don't trust anyone. Nobody.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I say shakily.
"Your not, obviously." He says. I take deeper breaths. I can't calm my self down. I feel like I'm about to be sick.  Just breath it's ok. I get out of bed and open my window. I feel my self shaking.
"Hey, it's ok. I promise." He says and he pulls me into a hug.
"Everything will ok." He mutters. I pull away.
"Do you wanna talk about it?" He says. I shake my head. Even I don't want to talk about it with my best friend. I can't.
"Just a nightmare." I mutter and brush my hair away from face. I'm still shaking a little. He smiles a little.
"I'm here if you need me." He says. I nod and walk back to bed. He goes out and I sigh. It's nice to have him back. The double act rides again. I just don't know after everything. Do I trust. Well of course I do. He wouldn't leave me. He only left because I told him to. But maybe, he might have had the guts to climb over and get caught with me. I would've had him to protect me. Like an older brother. Who will always look after you and protect you. He's always there to comfort me when I feel down. He makes me happy when I feel down. I fall back to sleep. I can't deal with anymore night mares. Even Cody won't make this right. My eyes flick open again. Images of incidents from the past flood my head. I can't deal with it anymore. I shift in my bed and sit up. I pull my MP3 player out of my bed side table. My thumb rolls over the bumps and cracks. It's like me. Broken. Beyond repair.