Brook Evans
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((TW: homophobic slurs mentioned, thanks to @neverlandskiwis for reminding me. As I told them, I'm going to reiterate how sorry I am. I didn't even think to include a trigger, and when I did think about it, I always forgot. I'll leave the number for a few helplines at the end of the chapter. If you need someone to talk to who won't judge you for the things you feel/do, or if you just want someone to listen, please contact them. They'll help you out so much.))
I smiled at Alice as she pulled up out front of my house. She lightly kissed my hand and I blushed, smiling.
"I'll see you on Monday?" I said softly. She giggled and nodded. I smiled and got out. I walked up the path to the house and opened the door. I waved to Ali and went inside. I locked the door behind me, smiling hugely. I was feeling happy, for once. Like... I belonged.
"Brook?!" Father's voice rang out. I could hear Mother crying. I frowned and walked into the kitchen. A church member, John Crane, was sitting with Mother and Father. John had his cell phone out, showing them something. What was going on?
"Yes, Mother and Father?" I asked lightly, politeness dripping out of my voice.
"What in the Lord's name is this?" Father showed me what they were looking at. It was a picture from just a few hours ago, and it was of Alice and I kissing lightly.
And everything froze around me. I could see the hatred in my father and my mother's eyes. I couldn't breathe, I was scared they'd kill me or something like that.
"F-Father... I-I..." I tried to stutter out an excuse. Maybe she had a bug on her lips and I was trying to eat it? Maybe I was choking and Ali was saving me? I didn't notice that John had left, muttering a prayer for me.
"You are a fag! My own child! How dare you choose this life!" Father yelled at me loudly, Mother still crying at the table.
"Father..." I started.
"I didn't raise a fag!" He yelled at me and slapped me. Hard. My head flung to the side with the force, the whole left side of my face tingling, and my left ear ringing. I cried lightly, looking at him.
"You are not to talk to her ever again. You will go on a date with boy from the church. And you will be straight, for the Lord's sake! If you refuse, you will be sent off to a camp to heal your Satanic disease!" He yelled and hit my right side of my face. Now my whole face was stinging, but Father was right. I was wrong... God didn't make me like... wait, God loved his children. He made me this way... why would He make me like this if he didn't? God made me bisexual.
Father grabbed my wrist and pushed me towards the stairs.
"You go to bed, and if I ever see you with that dyke again, you will be on your faggot ass on the street!" He screamed at me, gripping my arm tightly, no doubt leaving a bruise. I went upstairs immediately and shut my door. I sank to the floor and cried.
Kids Help Phone (Canada)
1-800-668-6868
Crisis Text Line (US)
Text 'HOME' to 741741
or
Samaritans (US)
877-870-4673
and, since I couldn't really find any other resources with more numbers that were more reliable than this one, this one's a website that shows you international suicide/crisis hotline numbers.
https://www.ibpf.org/resource/list-international-suicide-hotlines
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shattered ↠ alice cullen ||completed||
FanfictionBrook is your average teenage girl. She's a cheerleader, has straight As, has the perfect friends, has the perfect boyfriend, she's basically already in Harvard. That is... until she moves to Forks. And, with her arrival, as did her life's changing...
