Zerkaa's lost little sister

Nearly............ Dead

Brookes PoV

I like Simon Minter

I sat there looking like i just saw a ghost. Simon was watching them play Fifa. Vikk looked at me. "You alright Brooke" I look up and look at him. Eveyone stopped what they were doing and looked as well.

"What. Yeah am fine" But was i fine. Like really. Was i. I am so scared. I dont want my ex coming back. What happens if he tries to kill me it wouldnt be the first time. For some reason i also knew it wouldnt be the last either.

"Okay" Vikk says. Uncertaintly laced on his voice. They all go back to watching Fifa when Dylan asks "hey whats up with you and James"

I felt my whole body tense up. I snapped my head too her. I never told her about him and i wasnt about to now. Eveyone looked at us. I felt a tight squeeze on my hand. It was Simon. The memory from Nandos came back thats why.

"Nothing" I lied she gave me a look saying We will be talking and i nodded and decided to go to bed. I just need a nap. I dont know how but am so tired. "Ill be in my room" I told everyone. They just nodded

When i got to my room i couldnt stop thinking of Three things.

1. My ex is after me

2. I like Simon Minter

And

3. Should i even be alive

My ex has killed so many people and i nearly become one of them. Heres the story.

I was sitting on our couch watching tv. He wasnt home and i didnt mind. I dont like it when hes home. He abuses me physically and mentally. I hate him. I try to leave him but that just ends so badly.

He came in looking angry. Like he could kill someone. Someone like me. So he comes over to the couch and pulls me up by my hair and starts punching and kicking me.

He pins me against the wall and leans in. "You've been fucking my best friend behind my back. Havent you."

I couldnt beleive the accusation but he smelled of weed and alcohol. Like he sometimes does when he comes home. Drunk and High.

"No no i havent" I say. He dosent care. He dosent beleive me. He brings out a knife and holds it against my stomach "STOP FUCKING LYING TO ME"

He says. He grips the knife and slowly pushes it into my stomach. I couldnt scream. I couldnt move. I couldnt do anything. He pulled out the knife and dropped me.

He walked away from me. He went into our room. Leaving me alone lying on the floor in pain.

I had to crawl to the kitchen to get the first aid kit. When i got there i had to disinfect it and clean it and wrap the bandage around my waist tightly with caused me to cry out in pain. 

I didnt notice the tears till they hit my hand. I decided it would be a good idea to have a nap. So i did.