Broken Half

In the middle of the night

Warning! there might be profanities in this chapter. Read at your own risk.

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Brent was already full of stress from the day he started to pursue his dream. There was a lot of work to do and a lot of places to go and people to meet. He was always called by other companies. Albeit he has a busy life, he somehow always has spare time for his best friend back home.

Brent Phillips is a straight up perfectionist. He strives for perfection. Even the smallest things, he always gets riled up. As a 27-year-old, he is as charming as ever. He always cares about his looks. Especially his golden locks. But despite being good looking, sometimes he can be quite...let's just say worse than the opposite of good. And Jane, his best friend, is truly aware of this.

"Shit, can't you just go already!", the blonde shouted outside his window. He was currently driving his red colored Ford. Apparently, he was too impatient to be stuck in traffic. "Son of a... Are you blind?! The light's green already you fucking retard!" He kept honking. Irritated by the certain events. Minutes passed (for him it was hours) and he finally arrived home. He took the packed paper bags filled with food from McDonald's and headed inside the house.

"Jane? Sorry, I'm late. How was your day?" He asked while closing the door then took his shoes off, "You won't believe what just happened, It was such a drama earlier at the meeting. There was a bit of conflict with one of our clients and coworkers. They were such a baby. It was only some minor problems and they had to make a big deal out of it.", He placed the paper bags on the table, "Michelle almost started crying. Bitch's always been so sensitive. She even got slapped in the face. Serves her right though.", Brent snickered as he opened the fridge to fetch cold water. His eyes confused when he saw the cake was left untouched. "Jane? Have you eaten yet? You haven't touched the cake I left for you.." he pondered for a bit when Jane didn't reply. If Brent arrived with their food later than expected, and the cake hasn't been eaten yet, what the hell did that girl do to herself and let her starve.

"Jane? Where are you? Come here will ya?", No reply. His mind slowly panicked. Where in the world did she even go? He decided to head to her room. Unfortunately, no one was there. His breathing increased, mind swirling with dark thoughts as to what could've happened to her. He searched every room. Still no sign of the girl. He tried to open the bathroom, it was locked from the inside. Hope soothed his mind when he knew she was inside. Still, he wondered why she was inside.

"Sweetie you better come out there now. I bought lunch for us. I know you haven't eaten yet...", Gently he knocked. No reply. He continued to knock slightly louder. "Are you asleep there? Taking a bath? Feeling constipated?", Still no sound from the inside. He continued to knock and called out her name a few times. Panick once again aroused, "I'm coming in whether you like it or not.", Brent took out the keys from the cabinet then opened the door as swiftly as possible. He couldn't believe what he just saw.

"Jane!! for the love of god!!", He ran towards her. Jane was idly sitting in a curled up form near the bathtub. Her eyes were red. It seemed that she was crying inside alone. "Sweetie, are you okay?". The girl only looked at him with red eyes. Not even bothering to answer. "Of course not, just look at you...". Indeed, she looked like a piece of shit. She was miserable and helpless. Brent checked the tiled floor. It was clean. He promptly inspected her wrists. 'Thank God there's nothing.' He relieved a sigh.

"Come on..", he assisted her to stand up, stumbling a few times because of how weak her body was. "Let's just eat lunch, you can talk about it later."

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"And she was like, 'no way', and then I was like, 'no shit girl!' then I slapped the bitch out of her...", He waved his hands around, snickering darkly, "It was hilarious. She was so shocked that I slapped her, she even walked out almost crying. In reality, she's all talk and no bite."