Broken (Justin Bieber)

chapter 18

BAM!! my door is slammed against the wall. before I even have a chance to move or even blink I'm being dragged out of my bed by my hair. I'm pulled out of my bed landing on the floor in a loud thump!

"OWCH" I scream in pain. its my mother.

"you stupid slut!! where have you been?!? do you know how much money I lost this weekend just because you went to who knows where!!!" she yelled at me while kicking me in my stomach multiple times while she screamed.

"im sorry! I'm sorry mom!" I cried trying to get her to stop.

"im sorry mom!" she mocked me "dont fucking sorry me. HA just wait you're not getting off the hook easily you little bitch." she kicked me once more but this time right on my face. I knew exactly what was coming next.

"no mom please no."i begged but was no use.

"josh!! she's home! come take care of her!" she shouted. omg.

I curled into a ball and started crying feeling the blood oze out of my nose. just waiting for him to show up. a minute or so after I hear him come in.

"okay, okay. look what we got here a little slut in need of a beating for being a bad girl." he said his voice making me cringe.

he walked towards me and yanked me up by my hair. he wrapped his hand in my hair and swung my head making it smash againt the mirror on my wall. i scream out in pain. feeling broken glass slide into my face with ease. he turned me around and socked me in the face multiple times. by This time the only thing keeping me from collapsing onto the floor was him keeping me up.

"let her fucking go!" I hear a voice yell. right away I recognized the voice as Louis's.

"Maria take care of that Dumbass will you." he said looking back at me. "we're not done yet baby girl."

he continued to throw blows at me.

"move out of my way you bitch!" I hear Louis yell at her. I open my eyes as much as I can. I see Louis run into my room trying to get him to let go. I have never seen any of them actually beat Louis. some smacks here and there but never actually beat him like me.

josh turnes around and smacks him in the face. if I had the strength I would yell at him. but I didn't.

he lets go of me and I fall straight to the floor not being able to move.

"we are not done here alright." he hisses at me while dragging Louis out of my room slamming the door after him.

I attempt to get up but fail miserably and fall back onto the floor. I take a deep breath and try again. this time I get up with a lot of unbearable pain but I do it. I drag myself to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. oh the horror. my face is un- recognizable. my right eye is puffed up and already a dark shade of blue and black. pieces of glass stuck on different parts of my face. there is blood everywhere. I'm still surprised that my nose is still bleeding. I'm sure its broken. I try to to reach down to look for the first aid kit and and stopped by a sharp pain in my upper stomach. damn!

I open the mirror and to my luck there sat a bottle of peroxide and alcohol. I reach to get them and set them down trying to ignore the sharp pains in my stomach with every move I make.

I am finally done removing all the glass from my face, neck, and arms. belive it or not I took out more that twenty pieces of glass. i finish cleaning all my cuts and even without all the blood you still wouldn't be able to recognize me. there is no way make up will cover this up.

finally I pull up my shirt slowly and gasp at the sight infront of me. my stomach is a mixture of blue, purple, black, and green bruises.

I sign and walk out of the bathroom in pain trying my best not to collapse. this time I lock the door and walk back to my bed. I slowly lay down flinching every move made.