Broken - Book One

Broken (19) - The Big Shock

Broken (19)

Author's Note: I have to warn you all as this chapter does begin to get R-Rated (meaning of a sexual nature) towards the end so if that isn't what you would like to read - move on to the next chapter when it comes out. Again thank you all - keep voting, commenting, becoming fans! :)

I was on my way home feeling tired. That's what happened when life got to much for me. I was tired so I forgot about it which made it easier for me to live my life. It was my way of blacking it all out. When I was with Trey, he used to know just by sense when I was upset and when life was getting too much for me. He used to come round and make sure I was alright, listen to my problems like a counsellor and not even answer back. For hours I would shout, scream and virtually abuse the boy and he wouldn't do anything back but be there with a hug and tissues. Trey was my past and I wanted Ash to be my future so badly but he did that. He had his.... I couldn't even say it. I didn't want it to be real. I wanted it to be a lie but knowing where Dami has been and the look on Ash's face it was no joke.

Me and Ash talked about our relationship and where we were whilst we was sitting on the ground. I stormed off and this time Ash didn't follow me because he knew now wasn't a good time. He had to stop fighting for me because I didn't want to be fought for. I missed him though already and it has barely been 10 minutes. I was away in my thoughts but I kept hearing the sound of Chipmunk - Who Are You in my head. It was my phone.

"Hello?"

"Khayla, I'm at your house, where are you?"

"Trey?!?"

"Yeah I'm at your house, where are you?"

"On my way home now."

"What's wrong, I knew as soon as you picked up the phone something was wrong."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Hmm okay then."

"Bye"

"Bye"

I think that was the most awkward conversation I've ever had with Trey. I would rather argue with the boy that this but I didn't want to let him because once I do it is impossible to let him go again. I know I can't get him out of my life but I don't want him controlling it. I didn't need that at all.

My phone was ringing again, this time was Ash and I knew what he wanted: a chance. I didn't even know if I had any of those left for anyone at this point. On my birthday of all times I was being drained. What a way to ring in being 14.

.....

When I got to the top of my road, I saw the back of Trey. He was in the top that I bought him for 14th. It was an Ed Hardy top which made me broke for at least a good two months of my life but it was worth it. He teamed it up with plain black baggy jeans which were up not exposing his boxers (he wasn't that type of boy). He wore plain black trainers which worked with his outfit. He also had his favourite gold chain on as well which made the whole outfit come together well. In contrast to me with my now crumpled clothes and dodgy mascara, he was a god. He spotted me from afar and started walking as if to meet me halfway. I slowed down on a bit of the street and he signalled me to walk to hurry up slightly. I stuck my tongue out at him and he chucked a little. As he sped up to be by my side, I noticed the twinkle in his eye which I missed dearly.

"Happy Birthday Khayla!"

We began the walk back to my house which wasn't long but we was walking slow which wasn't Trey's usual pace but he was going that pace for me.

"Thanks Trey."

"You gonna tell me what's wrong now?"

"It doesn't matter"