Hearts break but they mend too!

Chapter 2

A few days have passed, I'm getting used to my new home slowly. Today's New Year's Eve the start of something different. Yesterday Nate told me they were having a party tonight, Ryan and Zach would invite friends from school, Masons friends from college, and Nate would invite his friends from work. I told him I didn't really feel like it and said I'd stay in my room. He didn't object to this so I assumed he was ok with it.

All day everyone was just getting ready for later which is why I stayed upstairs in my room all day on my Apple Mac.

People started arriving at around 7pm. Sighing and realising I hadn't had a drink for ages I snuck downstairs to get some juice, hoping not to bump into any of my brothers who would try and persuade me to join in.

I had a glass of orange in my hand when someone grabbed my ass from behind me. I span around and not thinking slapped the guys around the face. Growing angry he grabbed my wrist making me drop the

glass pulling me closer to him. He bent down so his face was inches away from mine. Waiting for the blow I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, I could smell the familiar stench of alcohol on his breath, ugh why is it always me I thought as I continued to wait. As his face inches closer to mine I heard someone yell and he immediately let go and turned just in time to see someone running at him. Before he could react he was slammed to the floor, I winced at the sound of the contact, he was being straddled with someone blowing punches to his face. After about nine and the sound of a crack the person stopped and turned to face me. No surprise, it was Xav my over protective older brother. He smiled at me, jumped up, brushed himself off and lead me away from the scene, but not before turning back and snarling at the boy and telling someone to get him out of here.

We reached the top of the stairs and I sprinted away to my door and slammed it shut before e could enter. I slumped I the floor as tears spilled down my cheeks and memories replayed in my head like a slides how.

About 30 minutes later at around 9:30 came a knock at the door. I knew who it was so I didn't bother to wipe my stained cheeks. I twisted the handle and Xav took a step forward just as I collapsed into his chest, sobbing even harder and soaking his shirt and getting black smudges all over it, but he didn't seem to mind. He must have stood there holding me for at least 20 minutes whilst whispering the occasional 'let it out,' or 'it's gonna be ok.' After all of the drama was over I pulled away and we went and sat on my bed talking for a while. He grabbed the guitar off of its stand and began to play me one of my favourite songs that meant so much to both of us, 'Somewhere only we know' by Lily Allen. This made me feel better, it was almost 12:30 and everyone would be wondering where he was was so Xav left after me reassuring him I would be fine a couple of hundred times.

I did feel alright but I needed to do one thing that would cure the last bit of pain in the pit of my stomach. It was nearly 1 am and most people had left so I wasn't to fussed, and didn't expect anyone to walk in. I stepped in to the bathroom, and say down on the cold tiled floor. Reaching into the bottom cupboard under the sink I pulled out the shiny metal tool I was looking for an sighed in relief. I brought it out and into the light. Lifting it up to my wrist I did one clean slicing motion causing my teeth to clench, tears form in my eyes and blood to drip all over the floor, my hand and the razor blade. I repeated this a few times.

Hearing a door opening and shutting back in my bedroom made me shove the tool back where I found it, and pull my sleeve down before walking out swiftly.

Stood next to my bed, pulling down MY covers was a boy in just his boxers. I didn't see his face because I squealed and covered my eyes. I heard him mutter something incoherent before speaking up, "And you are?" huh? the cheek of him. He's in my room about to get into my bed and he's asking ME who I am? I replied with, "I might ask you the same question. But I am Arianna!" He groaned probably rolling his eyes, but all I could think was, well you asked. Then he started to say something else, "I didn't mean who are you, I meant why are you here? I know girls want me but none have gone this far, I mean stalking me?" Now it was my turn to groan, first impressions? Arrogant, self-obsessed jerk who happens to also be a player. I retorted quite simply by saying, "I live here so who are you?" I peeked out from behind my hands to see a look of shock and confusion pads over his features before they turned into a smirk, "So your the famous sister I've heard so much about," I just nodded, "You look so different to all of your brothers. You're a lot hotter than I imagined." Ugh my judgement was right. I crossed my arms over my chest and sighed, rolling my eyes and counting to ten before answering, "Can you just get out of my room?!"

After arguing with him for 10 minutes I finally got him out of my room. This didn't change the fact that I knew nothing about him, because I didn't look at him properly. He didn't tell me his name and his voice just slurred because I guess he was a but tipsy. I decided to forget it and slumped into the bed having no energy left, and drifted off into dream land.