Broken

Hi 😁 it's been a long time, I know. I'm starting a new story even though I haven't finished a story yet oops. Anyway...hope you like this xx

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Blurb~

In Queen's Creek Park of Cinder Valley on a lonely cracked wooden swing sat a girl. She was a beautiful girl, with long flaming hair that complimented her light fair skin. Sitting atop her head was a deep red bow, one of the many bows she wore that she was known for. Her hair ran all down her back, cascading in perfect crimson ringlets. On her body she wore a ripped, dainty white dress that reached to the middle of her thighs and had a low cut in the back. Her dark eyelashes fluttered as her gaze fell to the ground, looking at her classic Chuck Taylor's that she wore all the time. She was well known throughout the small town of Cinder Valley, mostly because of her beautiful face, and her beautiful body, and her beautiful personality. To everyone, she was considered perfect. But there was one thing that wasn't so perfect about this girl. Her heart.

She was broken. She was a broken girl, on a broken swing, with a broken heart. It wasn't her fault though, she had an absolutely perfect life. Well, except for one thing, or should I say, person. He was the one who broke her. He was the reason that she sat here all alone, as she shed tear after tear, wondering what she had done wrong. What made her not good enough?

Hands loosely gripping the ropes of the swing, she swayed back and forth in short motions, her toes barely brushing the ground. The tears rolled down her cheeks silently, although her heart was a whole mess of confusion and hurt. She knew she wasn't perfect. Despite how many times her friends, family, teachers and acquaintances had told her, she never believed it. And he was the reason.

"You're worthless!" his voice echoed in her mind.

Gritting her teeth, she kicked her foot into the ground, scuffing up her Chucks. Muttering things to herself, she gripped the swing tighter, closing her eyes and trying to get the horrible images of what had just happened about an hour ago out of her mind.

"You don't deserve me!" his drunken voice came back, haunting her thoughts more and more.

Soft whimpers were now slipping through her lips as she cupped her hand to her mouth, sobbing into it.

"You ugly piece of crap!" the words had stung more than the slap, but when she fell to the ground, she knew she had had enough.

Now she fell to her knees, crumbling onto the ground in sudden realization of what had happened. She realized she was alone. Her face fell into her hands.Her white dress was now marked with black smudges in addition to the tear in the sleeve. Her body convulsed with tears. She froze in fear when she heard shouts.

"There you are!" an angry voice boomed. Her head snapped up and before she even had time to react, she was tugged up by the wrist. "I thought I told you to stay at the house, babe?" he growled in a sickly sweet voice.

"Don't call me that." she mumbled, glaring at him through her tears.

"Excuse me?" he asked, eyes red and furious.

"I said," she stands up, whipping her hand out of his grasp, "don't call me that. I'm not your babe, I'm not your, honey, I'm not your SLAVE! You don't own me, Robbie!"

He was crying now, but in his drunken state, he was furious. He grabs her arm roughly, digging his nails into her skin. He laughs dryly. "You better think twice about telling me what to do, babe." he pulls her close, despite her struggles, and sneaks his arm around her waist. His voice lowers, "Now what do you say we go back home?"

"Don't touch me." she struggles against his hold.

"Come on now, baby-"

"I said DON'T FREAKING TOUCH ME!" she finally yanks herself free from his grasp, but he grabs her wrist again and throws a punch right at her eye. She falls to the ground, gripping her throbbing face as more tears escape her eyes.

"FINE! Just sit on the filthy ground where you belong until you realize you want to come home!" he kicks her in the ribs and she crumbles back down, then he leaves her on the ground walking back home.

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Theresa Anderson opens the door to her warm home and gasps at the girl in front of her. "Oh my, what's happened?"

"Theresa," she sobs, "I need to leave town."

Theresa knew this was a serious problem so she nods. "Come in dear, come in." she says quickly, pulling her inside and locking the door.

Theresa had been a very good friend of the girl's mother ever since her mom was a child. When her mom passed away when she was seven, Theresa became her legal guardian (her father left when she was an infant and she had no relatives that she knew of). Theresa had been this girl's 'mother' for about ten years now, and she loved her dearly. When the girl turned seventeen six months ago, she decided to get her own apartment in Queen's Creek, which was about an hour away from her home in Elmswood. This is where she met Robbie, but I'll tell you about that later.

After placing the broken girl on the sofa in her living room Theresa bustles off to the kitchen, coming back only moments later with cookies and tea.

"Oh," the girl laughs through her sniffles, "You didn't have to go through the trouble-"

"Oh hun, I didn't. I was already making it now come on eat up you need to get some meat on those skinny bones." Theresa smiles placing the tray of food in front of her. She smiled softly, she hadn't seen Theresa in six months, she had nearly forgotten how kind she was.

The girl eyes the tray biting her lip. Robbie always said she shouldn't eat cookies and stuff because she needed to stay in shape. But she was hungry...

Hesitantly, she reaches over and grabs a small cookie and begins to nibble on it. She reaches over and picks up the tea cup and takes a few small sips but sets it down because it's too hot.

"Now," Theresa starts, "Are you going to tell me why such a beautiful girl is crying?"

The tears had left light tracks on her cheeks and had caused her eyes to get slightly red and puffy. Her mascara was smudged and her hair was knotted and frayed. To add to that, her eye was throbbing and was beginning to bruise, plus the bright red mark on her left cheek was burning furiously. He had officially broke her.

And yet, she still looked beautiful.

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Song: Battle Scars by Paradise Fears