The Broken Ones | ✔

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Veronica

We both started and finished 2 pages about our favorite sport, movies, ect. The last page was what got the air in my throat, and the questions I have been dodging the most.

How many family members do you have?

I couldn't lie because the school knew everything but I'm pretty sure they don't even pay attention to it. Toby doesn't seem like he would care either way, but I don't know if I can tell him. The only person that knows about this is the devils-I mean my parents and John. I guess trusting that asshole with this wasn't even worth it. So what's the difference between him and Toby?

I know I shouldn't judge Toby but all the rumors seem to be true. I've heard that he thinks he owns everyone and everything but from the small amount of time that I have known him for he doesn't seem like that at all. Yet, John didn't seem like that either.

Why do you keep comparing John and Toby together?

Ugh! Why do I? Suddenly finger snapping bring me back to reality.

"Oh, sorry. Did you ask something?" I ask Toby. Who has an amusing look on his face.

"Why do you zoom out whenever I talk to you?" I shrug because I really don't know why. I mean I always zoom out but- "there you go again" he chuckles.

"What was your question?" I ask, but before he can respond I quickly added. "Can you change the 'who's you bestfriend?' question to no one."

I didn't want to have John's stupid name on my project.

"Yeah...but why no one? Don't you hang with other people?" He asked.

"No. I don't hang with anyone else. Just erase his name and put no one" I pleaded. He looked at me for a moment before a smirk appeared on his face and wrote something down after erasing that asshole's name. I tried to look but he lifted the top of the paper into a curve so I wouldn't see it.

"My question earlier -before you zoomed out on me, again- was. How many family members do you have?" He finally asked.

I hesitated for a while before finally saying it. What bad could it do? It's been over 7 years since she died. And It had been over 5 years since he left. Yes, I know 'he' I never mentioned him because I was still mad at that bastard but I still miss him.

"4" I finally said and look at the floor.

Well, 2 now

"4?" he asked. I nodded my head and looked at him. "Who are they?" he asked.

"My mom, Rebecca Sandra West. My dad, Robert Mario West. And..." I look around to try and change the subject or an excuse to leave. But all I spotted was an old picture album. Great just what I need right now.

Note my sarcasm.

"And...?" He persuade me to continue.

"I need to go to.. bathroom" I said quickly and stood up not waiting for an answer and ran to my room.

I closed the door behind me and leaned on it.

Why is it so hard? It's been over five years, and somehow I can't even think about her or even say her name. I miss her alot, and no one knows how much I try to not cry over her everyday. It wasn't my fault about what she did but my parents. Those bastards cause her this. That's one of the reasons I hate them. There's plenty of more reason but It would take me forever to say all.

Another reason I can say right now Is that they were also the cause of him running away. I haven't seen him in about 5 years, and I do miss him. He was the only one who would always help me.

I took deep breaths knowing that I had to go back there somehow. I put my hand on the knob, twisted and made my way downstair to a confused Carter

"Sorry...where were we?" I said almost as a whisper. I didn't want to act week in front of him but I guess my body had other intentions, because soon I was playing with the bottom of my shirt.(I do that when I'm nervous)

"You were telling me about your 3rd family member" he said slowly.

"Oh, yeah. The third one is N-Na-Nately Destiny West" I said fast hoping he understood so I won't have to say it again. He nodded saying he understood and waited for the last one. "Scott Jr. West" I said without hesitation because I know that he's not dean unlike my sister.

When I look back at Toby's face he was deep in thought like trying to remember something but shakes his head as id saying that it's a stupid idea.

"Where are they now?" he asked. I look down at my paper to check if that was a question but it wasn't. I look back at him with a questioning look.

"But that question isn't here" I said pointing to the paper.

He gave me a 'No Duh' look.

"I know I just want to know a little bit about your family more" he smiles.

What!? No. Why!?

"Why?" I ask.

"I don't know just tell me" He said.

"Uhh...Why?" i ask again. Hoping that by asking again and again time will pass by and he has to go home by then.

Great Idea.

"Just" he simply answers.

"Wh-" before I can finish my question he cuts me off.

"Where. are they.?" he asked getting annoyed.

"Why?" I ask once again.

"Why can't you tell me?" He asked.

"Because It doesn't say in the paper" I reply.

"Well, were suppose to trust each other remember"

"Like I would ever trust you out of anyone" I said quietly but to myself so he wouldn't here but he did.

"Why don't you want to trust me?" he said and I could see hurt flash in his eyes.

"Is not that I don't trust you. Is just that I don't want to trust anyone ever again after what happened with John and I don't like talking about my s-s-sister or brother. It happened along time ago, and I'm still getting over it." I finally said. I couldn't take any longer. I hadn't talked to anyone about this in a long time. John always asked if I wanted to talk about it but I always refused. But somehow telling Toby felt somehow...right.

He just stared at me but before he can talk I finally answer his question.

"My sister committed suicide about 7 years ago. I was 10 years old when that happened and I saw it with my own eyes..." memories from that night came out off the shadows in head and played in my mind. "It was a rainy day and I was the only one that she told what she was going to do. I still remember everything that she told me. After what happened I felt like it was all my fault because I didn't tell anyone and worst of all I didn't do anything about it. I just stood their as my older sister took her life away from her. She told me why she had to do that" I stopped for a brief second before saying my final words about her. "She hung herself."

I had my eyes closed now and didn't notice when Toby's hand had come to my cheek and clean the tear that was on my face. His touch was soft under my skin and It felt like it was burning.

"My brother left 2 years later ,5 years ago, and left me with my parents. He also had a reason on why he left. I haven't seen him but I know that he's alive. He left because he couldn't take it anymore. My parents they started getting abusive after they found out my mom had a miscarriage. She was expecting it so much when I was small. I can't remember a lot on when it started but I remember that my brother and sister would always protect me from them since I was about 2 years old" I let out a few sobs and rested my head on his shoulders. To my surprise he didn't flinch or push me away instead he hugged me tightly and stroke my hair.

"It's ok. You don't have to continue. I'm right here when you feel like talking" he said said softly in my ear. I nodded my head and close my eyes. I felt extremely safe in his arms.

Maybe I did misjudge this boy and can maybe trust him.