Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love The Explanation

Skylar's P.O.V.

"Okay well... I'm abused."

I watch their reactions intently, they all seem to be dealing with a mix of emotions, sad, angry, and confused.

"It started when I was eleven." I continue. "My twelfth birthday was two weeks away. So, my mom went to get me a birthday present. She and my little sister, Emma."

I feel a tear drop at the mention of my sister. Grayson reaches forward and wipes it away. He grabs my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. I let out a shaky breath before continuing.

"They were on their way home when a semi truck lost control." More tears begin to fall.

"It crashed into the side of my mom's car before she could react. The car spun into a ditch. My mom died instantly." I let out a quite sob.

"They took my sister to the hospital. I was at my friends house, but the second I got the call they drove me there. I ran into the hospital sobbing. I didn't stop for anything until I reached her room. I pushed the door open and saw her tiny figure laying on a bed peacefully, with wires and tubes all over her. A few minutes later a doctor came in." I pause for a moment. Grayson rubs my back comfortingly, urging me to continue the story.

"H-he told me that she had gone into a c-oma. And that they didn't know when she w-would wake up. I stayed there with her every single day, waiting for her to open her eyes. I wouldn't eat or sleep. No matter how much they told me to." I shake my head slightly, remembering the time.

"After two weeks, she woke up. She was so h-happy to see me. I had to be the one to t-tell her that her mother was dead. Before I could, the doctor came in and asked to speak with me privately. H-he told me that she wasn't stable. And that she was going to die within a few minutes. I went back into her room and laid with her on the bed. I sang all her favorite songs and held her in my arms until she..." I let out another sob. The tears were now falling uncontrollably.

"After the funeral. My father wouldn't speak to me. He said it was my fault that they died. They were going to get my birthday present. If I hadn't been born, they would still be here. He was right." I pause for a moment. Grayson pulls me into his chest as I cry. Once I pull away, I begin where I left off.

"H-he always says he wishes it was me in that car that night. That it was me who died. When I was thirteen, he started drinking. After a while he started giving me an occasional slap. That turned into a nightly beating. He would hurt me until I wished I was dead. He calls me a slut and and a whore, and bitch. He says I'm worthless and fat and p-pathetic. But it's okay. It's only fair."

"How the hell is it fair?" Questions Carter.

"It's my fault they're gone. I k-killed them, so he's slowly killing me."

"Skylar, you don't deserve any of this." Isaac says sadly.

"Stop. It's not worth it." Says Spencer from behind me.

"What's not worth it?" Grayson asks, still rubbing circles on my back soothingly.

"Trying to help her. Telling her it's wrong. She thinks she deserves it. She agrees with him." She says while shaking her head.

All eyes turn to me as they stare at me in shock, disbelief evident in their expressions.

"Skylar, it's wrong. He's wrong. You are not worthless, you are not fat, you are not a slut, bitch, or whore. You are a beautiful girl, with a coward for a father. He can't cope with loss, so he takes it out on you. It is not your fault, Sky." Grayson tells me firmly.