Scars

4

There was an accident

Car accident

Fell down the stairs

Attacked by dogs

Attacked by a gang

She had to fight her way out

Kidnapped

Devil worshiper

Initiation

These are just some of the rumors spread over the course of a week. A week that Brooke missed. A week that she spent alone. A week that Marcus never so much as checked to see if she was even alive. A week that Marcus left her for god knows what reason.

It's Sunday night and Brooke lays staring at her phone, wanting Marcus' stupid name to pop up. She hates to admit it, but she misses him. The stupid mother fu-

"Brooke"! "What"? Alex chuckles and shakes his head. "You've been staring at your phone for awhile. Wanna tell me what's up"? "Nothing. Just bored. Being on suicide watch isn't as eventful as you think. Speaking of which, where is the bastard"? "Lose the curse words". "Sod off". "Good enough".

Brooke turns over and sighs, staring up at the ceiling. "You can leave now. The door's off and there's no way I could possibly stub my damn toe without you or the damn bastard knowing". "Brooklyn. Seriously. Stop cursing". "Just get out. I want to be alone. I want nothing to do with anyone. Go away". Alex sighs and steps back in surrender, giving her one last glance before walking away.

Forgetting about Marcus doesn't become so easy as she scrolls through the list of names on her story. In big white letters, Bad Boy ⚡

To say Brooke is annoyed is an understatent. "Oh! Oh! This is rich! Ignore me for weeks and look at my story! Thank you for that! Thank you so much"! It's then and there that she decides two can play at this game.

If Marcus wants to ignore her, she'll do the same.

"Should've known".

She slumps down the stairs and walks to the kitchen grabbing a monster and an apple juice. "Do you plan on eating"? "Fuck you. You don't care". "If that were true, why would I be here "? "Money for that trip you're so desperate to take your wife on. The wife that's also a suicide watcher that was so lucky not to get me". "Broo-". "I drive you nuts. I do with everyone. And when you leave like everyone else, you'll realize that I'm right".  "I don't know wh-". "Just stop. Leave. I might not be able to keep in what I'm feeling and you won't wanna be within a foot of me". The man nods and steps back, probably going to see Alex.

With an annoyed scowl, Brooke walks back up to her room. She stares at the cieling and suddenly can't contain it anymore. The tears of abandonment. She knows it's stupid and not worth it. But it hurts knowing he couldn't handle her and the problems she drags with her. So she let's it all out. And if a few things end up broken, no one has to know.

But they always do.

At the sound of crashing glass Alex bolts up the stairs. "What the hell are you doing"? "Just go away Alex. Leave me alone! Everyone else seems too"! "What do you even mean"? "I'm sleeping in mom's room. I'll leave the door open but you better not come in".

Brooke picks up her phone, charger and the two forgotten drinks and angrily stomps to her moms room, throwing herself on the bed.

She shoves her charger into the wall and then into her phone, letting it charge while she drowns her sorrows in her own cocktail made of monster and apple juice.

"Fucking jerk. Leading me on. I hope that fucker is hurting". She face plants into the mattress and closes her eyes, a long groan escaping her mouth.