Broken

*Chapter 05|Trust*

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Bianca's P.O.V

"I'M GOING TO BED."

I stand on my feet and begin to exit, already regretting my decision.

One more night my ass.

"Aren't you going to eat dinner?" Blake asked. I glanced at my still empty plate, not a drop of food on it. I just wasn't hungry, I wouldn't even be able to eat more than a spoonful anyways.

"No," I shake my head. "I'm not hungry."

"But-"

"I said," I interrupt Clara with a harsh glare. "I'm not hungry."

"See what I meant guys? She's just an ungrateful little bitch," I whipped my head towards Zoe and my lips tugged into a vicious smirk. That's it.

"I know very well that I'm a bitch, Zoe," I was now walking towards her chair. "And a bitch doesn't let just anyone treat her like trash," my voice hardened at the last part. "No matter how low her status is. She is always going to bite back."

She glanced blankly at me, obviously not seeing what was going to happen next but I saw the flash of worry in her eyes as she stared at my angry ones before she quickly hid them. I was angry, but hid it well with a calm and mischievous smile. I stood next to her seat and picked up her plate before dumping the food contents on her red hair, letting it get tangled with the strands of pasta. She screeched in surprise watching as the tomato sauce dripped onto her shirt.

"You bitch!" She screamed. The others began to snicker, but when she whipped her head towards them, they shut up immediately.

"I'm going to bed," I cross my hands over my chest, and held a wince from the pressure applied on my fresh cut. "Any objections?"

***

I didn't bother changing and went straight to bed. As I laid on the soft mattress with my head on my pillow and my body under the covers, I stared at the ceiling in thought, imagining different patterns moving on the surface.

The worst part of the day to me is the night, because that's when you are most vulnerable - when you're asleep. I can't stand having dreams, watching the events of my life repeat itself in my head again. It's horrible enough having to remember and live them by day.

So I never really bother sleeping.

***

I glanced at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table and it read 2:07am.

I sighed and tried to close my eyes but the first image that popped into my head made me open them again.

Someone knocked on the door. I expected it to be Clara checking up on me, or maybe Zoe coming for revenge, but Asher's head popped into the room.

"Put this on," he instructed and tossed some clothes in my direction, they hit my face because of my effortless movement to catch or dodge them and fell to the bed. I glanced at the clothes then at him.

"What are you doing?" I ask, growing irritated.

He stared back at me blankly, he didn't seem to mind I was still awake by this time. He just ignored it.

"You'll never find out unless you listen," After giving me a wink, he locks the door.

What the hell is he doing? I look down at the clothes and bite my lip. Should i? I dont have anything to do for the rest of the night so it should be alright.