My brother's best friend | Completed |

Thirteen

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀'I'll go bowling with some friends, tell mom I will be home late. XX' ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Chloe sighed and put her phone back in the pocket of her jeans, clenching her hands around the straps of her backback. Why does Nick let her go home alone after school? Lately, whenever they arrive from school; their parents are fighting. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ It even had come to a point to when Nick walked inside once, that his father had thrown a vase to the door, and Nick could duck right on time, otherwise he would have had the vase right in his face. Ever since then, Nick never lets Chloe go home alone. And it's like that for more than two weeks now. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀But now Nick won't be coming home until this evening, so Chloe is all alone. She didn't even arrive at her house yet, and she could already hear the screaming and cussing from inside of her house. She took a deep breath while taking out her keys, and opened the door as quietly as she could. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀On her tip-toes, she walked inside of her house, the screams getting louder and louder, and she words becoming clear. "I hate you!" She heard, "whore!", "drunk pig!". The words weren't meant for Chloe, but they hurt like a knife. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Tears were burning in her eyes as she tried her best to be quiet, but she knew that she had to face her parents before going upstairs to her room, because she needs to pass them to reach the stairs. Chloe walked inside of her living room with her head down, trying to avoid eye contact with her own parents. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Can you imagine it? She's afraid to even look into their eyes... ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"And where are you coming from?" Her drunk father spat. Chloe looked up in fear and swallowed before answering, "f- from school..." Chloe stuttered, "I needed to stay a little bit longer in the library because-" she tried to explain, but her father cut her off, "nonsense!" He screamed, throwing his empty glass of Whisky on the ground, next to Chloe's feet. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"It's the truth" Chloe said, her voice cracking from fear as she said so. "You're just the same as your mother," he growled, taking her mother by her arm and pushing her to the other side of him, "a whore!" He screamed. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Shut up, Marc" Her mother yelled, but when she did so, he hit her with his pale hand on her cheek, causing a shriek to escape Chloe's mother's mouth, and Chloe ran passed her father and mother, to the staircase and up to her room. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀From the moment she had entered her room, she locked it. She threw her back pack to the other side of her room, causing the picture from her nightstand to fall down; the glass breaking into pieces. She slid down her wall while sobs escaped her pink lips, and as she covered her face in her hands, her first tear rolled down her cheeks. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀And then another one, and another one... Until there was no stopping anymore. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Through the blurry vision she had because of the tears, she took out her phone and pressed the first contact of her phone she knew she could count on. She held the phone against her ear and after only two rings, he picked up. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"Chloe?" The masculine voice asked. Chloe didn't reply at first, but he heard that she was crying. "Chloe, are you okay?" He asked. "R- Ricky?" Chloe whispered, "I can't do this anymore" The blonde cried. "Wait wait wait," Ricky said, trying to calm her down, "just take a deep breath and tell me what's wrong," he said. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"I can't do this anymore, I'm sorry" Chloe cried, "bye, Ricky." She sobbed. "Chloe, wait- I'm" Ricky said, but Chloe ended the phone call. She laid her phone next to her on the carpet, and she stared at the broken pieces of glass on the ground. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀She crawled up to her nightstand and reached to a bigger piece of glass, taking it in her hand. She analyzed it closely and a she let out a small gasp as the piece made a small cut in her hand. She swallowed and stared the piece of glass in her hand, and placed the sharp piece against her wrist. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"For being worthless" She whispered, pressing the piece of glass a little bit deeper into her skin, until she felt the pain and she saw the thick drops of blood dripping down her wrist. "For being a whore" she said, silent tears falling off of her cheeks, and adding another cut. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀"For being me." She said, and another cut was formed on her wrist. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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