The Broken One ( Taylor Caniff)

Chapter 1

Gia's POV

1 for being fat

*slice*

2 for being ugly

*slice*

And 3 for being worthless.

*slice*

I stared blankly at the mirror while blood rushed down my arm.

I'm Gia, I know I'm just the typical depressed girl. But, I used to have friends, I used to be popular. I used to have a good life. But the roller coaster of life always has to go straight down doesn't it?

I met a boy. His name was Taylor, Taylor Caniff. He was funny&gorgeous. I thought he was all mine. That we were perfect. But than IT happened.

Junior Year Prom.

I decided I was going to finally give it up to him, and I did.

The next day was definetly one of my worst.

I got to school and everyone was on there phones watching some video.

"Oh look, it's the whore herself!" Some annoying blonde shouted.

"What are you talking about?" I asked

"Oh Taylor, yes right there." She mimicked.

Then I grabbed the phone.

"Ew is this porn!?" I exclaimed.

"Look closely hun." She smirked.

I was horrified. I'm guessing you know why.

It was me and Taylor.

I dropped the phone. My mouth wide open.

Taylor walked in.

"Hey babe!" Wow Does he really not notice this yet.

I realized everyone was silent looking at us.

I slowly turned around, trying to hold in my anger.

"Please just don't call me that." I choked out.

"Why? What did I do?" He asked.

"Please don't make this harder than it has to be. Stop lying!" I said as tears came to my eye."

Thankfully one of my now "old close friends" showed him a small clip of the video, sympathy in her eyes.

"Oh my god." He whispered

I just looked at the floor.

"Why would you do this?" I questioned.

"Gia I sware I did no-" I cut him off.

"Save it." I said as I walked out.

And that was the last word I ever spoke to taylor caniff.

---Flashback Over---

My parents were actually fighting at the time. My father became very abusive and my mother finally filed for a divorce and put him in jail.

But were kinda broke.

"Goodnight mom." I yelled through the house.

I knew she wasn't here though, she was almost always drunk. I couldn't blame her for wanting to forget.

I soon drifted off to a peaceful sleep.