Note: If you're read Chapter 2 BEFORE April 11th, 2012, you need to re-read it because I edited it. Thank you - Anonymous.
*Brooke's P.O.V.*
I woke up to someone violently shaking me.
"Book ! Book ! Wake the hell up !"
Of course, it was Jamie.
"Book ! Why the hell are you butt naked ?! And who was the boy I saw leaving the house ?!"
Then there was a pause. And a gasp.
"You really are a slut, huh ? So you just do it with boys whenever you please, huh ? Just wait 'til your friends at school find out."
"Jamie, please, leave."
Surprisingly, she left without a word. I sat down on the edge of my bed and saw my clothes on the floor at the end of my bed. I reached down to pick them up, but quickly threw them down. I felt dirty ; I just lost my virginity through rape. I walked into my bathroom, which is gratefully located in my bedroom. I stepped into the shower and washed off. I hoped for it to take the dirty feeling away, but it didnt work. After drying off, I put on a fresh pair of pajamas and sat on the floor.
"Just relax Brooke, relax."
Nothing was working. I felt angrier than ever. I thought I could trust Jacob, but he betrayed me. I thought I could trust Trey, but he only wanted to seduce me. My step-mother is completely convinced that I'm a slut. And soon, tomorrow, everyone else at school would be too. This is the point where I snapped. I briefly scanned my room. Too much anger was bottled up inside of me. I clenched my jaw and fists. Quickly, I lunged from my seat on the floor towards the glass vase in my room and slammed it into the wall, smashing it nothing but shards. I looked around for more glass items to destroy. I took down every mirror from my room and smashed them into the wall. No need for me to know what a slut looks like. I took all the lightbulbs and smashed them too. I could see a gas like matter leaking from it. Shards of glass soon piled up in the carpet, making it impossible for me not to step on them. A sharp pain shot through my foot, causing it to throb. I lifted up my foot to examine it, causing me to hop on the other. Soon, another sharp pain shot through the other foot. And before I knew it, my world fell down. No, my world wasnt falling, it was me falling. Falling onto more shards of glass. And soon breathing in too much gas. And soon, finding it hard to breathe. The room started closing in on me, when suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Reluctantly, I crawled over, just barely turned the knob and opened it. I laid there, in shock at who was standing in the doorway.
"W-Why are you here ?"
Jacob stepped into the room and closed the door.
"I had to do some stuff afterschool. I had a change of plans and wanted to see you."
He stepped closer. He had a bag in his hand. He handed it to me.
"I brought Chinese food..."
I opened the bag and saw the container of Chinese food inside. I honestly didnt feel like eating, but opened the container and forked little grains of rice anyways. I found myself zoning out and twirling my fork around in the food. Jacob took notice.
"Everything okay, Brooke ?"
I looked up and snapped back into reality.
"Oh, yes."
I knew I didnt sound convincing, but I hoped the questioning would stop there.
"Something doesnt seem alright..." Jacob continued.
He got up and headed towards the bathroom when he screamed out in pain.
"Ow ! What the, what did I just step on ?"
