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Brooke:
"Thanks for sticking with me all day. I must be a drag." I put my hands in my pockets.
"No problem. I love being---" Brandon got interrupted by the principal.
"Mr. Rowland, you still have to attended detention for speaking sexually to a teacher. Lucky you, this is your last day. So get your arse in there." The principle crossed his arms.
"One, you got me. Two, she was asking for it. Three, it's about time, it's been a month. And fourth, I think it's pronounced A-S-S as in aaasssss. Need to work on that accent Mr. Tylerson"
"Stop smart talking me and get your butt in there." He grunted raising his unibrow. Ewww.
"Fine, sorry babe." Brandon raised his hands in surrender and walked into the detention room slightly frowning at me.
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I'm walking, almost home. I'm about half way there. I see an alley and realize this is a faster way to get home. The sun is setting but it doesn't seem so bad. Looks like a couple minutes before It's going to be dark. I begin walking through the alley until I hear laughter by a couple male voices. "Everyone shut up, she went in here. She's not escaping this time." Hunter. That voice was Hunter... I looked back and saw him and 2 other guys chasing after me. I started running.
I get crushed against the concrete with a hard impact. "Stupid Bitch! You think you can get away that easy? You won't be able to run away, once I'm done with you." Hunter yelled at me immediately punching me. I was screaming and crying covering my face.
It was no use.
He got up and started kicking my rib. I heard a snap in my rib. Immense pain reached my rib. I couldn't breathe or move. "Why!?!?" I screamed crying while still being beat to death. "Because you don't deserve to live! You don't deserve to be here! You make everything worse you slut! Everyone hates you! Stop trying and kill yourself!" I stopped thrashing around. My thoughts cleared. I closed my eyes still crying, getting beat.
He smashed my head against the concrete. I fell asleep not being able to breathe. I heard him laugh, his laugh got quiet, he left.
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I woke up. It was morning. I got up and walked home. "Where the fuck where you!?" My mom yelled as I entered the house. I looked at her for a minute with an empty dying expression. I walked away to my room. I think I broke a rib. But who cares? I'm a waste of space anyways. I look in the mirror to see the majority of my body bruised up with cuts. I'm fine with it. Nobody cares. My mom doesn't. Angie and Blake don't, Nobody doesn't. Hunter did, now he wants to kill me. I'll let him.
Deity (Brooke's Mom):
*when Brooke was getting beat to death*
"Yes mom, Brooke is amazing. She doesn't need me. She is so responsible and has respect for everyone. She sticks up to me, when she believes I act unreasonable. When she gets home I'm telling her that the house is all hers and that I'm moving in with you, to take care of you. I've never told her I loved her. I think today is the right time. I'm so blessed to have her as a child." I spoke over the phone cooking spaghetti as a celebration meal...for both of us.
"That's wrong Deity, you don't treat a minor like that. She has no one to trust. She probably doesn't have respect for you anymore. You need to tell her that you've always loved her and so on.... I need to go, it's Bingo night in the senior center across the street and I'm not missing out." She hung up.
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I've been waiting all night for her. She hasn't come home I'm getting worried. I get ready for bed and stare out the window to see if I see her.
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She hasn't been home yet, it's 1 pm. She would have come home first. She could be dead. Why am I such a bad parent? This would've never happened if I didn't treat her like this.
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I heard the door open. I yelled at her because I'm relieved, instead of someone telling me she died, I'd be crying. "Where the fuck were you!?" She turned and starred into my eyes. They told me 'why do you finally care?' she turned back and walked upstairs. I sat down and waited for her to come back down.
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She didn't come down. I'm leaving tomorrow. I don't know how I'm going to tell her. "What have I done? I'm the worst mother in the word." I muttered to myself.
