Broken

12. Daddy's Back

My body immediately froze. I haven't seen or herd from him in years and he's back? What the hell. "D-D-Dad , what are you doing here??" I ask not moving from my spot. "Come here princess I missed you. You know I just got out of jail and I wanted to see my two beautiful girls." I shut the door and walked over to him making sure to keep some distance. He smelt of alcohol and his eyes were bloodshot red. He was drunk.

"You know I missed you soo much. Being in jail is such a pain in the ass. They don't let me do anything. I couldn't drink for four fucking years! Crazy." He shakes his head. "It's ok daddy's back now. I'm gonna be around here for a while." He smiles. "Look how beautiful you are. You changed your hair color.. It's pretty." He reaches out to touch me but I back away.

"Where's Bridget." I shakily ask. "I don't know , I was hoping you knew. I assumed no one was home. All the lights were off" he slurred. She was probably sleeping. Thank god. He was so drunk it was pathetic. "Can you please leave." I try my hardest to ask him nicely and not upset him. "Nooo I wanna stay here with my girlllsssss" he slurs again. I roll my eyes. "You're pathetic" I spat and turn to walk towards the my room upstairs, but he grabs my arm.

"Excuse me?" He looked and me and instantly fear took over my body and I shut my mouth. "Don't ever speak to me like that you worthless bitch." He slaps me so hard I felt my cheek turn red. "See I came back to see you, ungrateful little bitch. You know why your mom left you two?" He asks, I shake my head. "Because she didn't want your ugly fat ass. You're a piece of trash. I'm ashamed I have to look at you. And so is your mom. We didn't want you. The moment you were born we wanted to give you away" my dad scowls at me, he throws me across the room.

"That's not true!" I scream at him. "Mom loved us. She loved me. I know she does. You're just a jealous son of a bitch!" I try to get up but he kicks me down. "Shut up! Don't ever raise your voice at me again!" He roars. "And jealous of you? You're white trash I'm ashamed I share blood with you." He spat in disgust.

"Brooklyn what's going on?" I hear Bridget's fragile voice looking down at our father and I. "Dad? What's dad doing here?" She had a puzzled look on her face. "Bridget please go back to sleep and I'll see you in the morning." I give her a pleading look mad she nods and goes back In her room. "See what you did!? You fucking woke your sister up! You're such a good for nothing little bitch." He drags me by my hair and leads me into the kitchen. I start screaming and crying and yelling. "Shut up!" He screams at me.

*a/n, imagine the didn't mean it video and that's where this scene is from*

After what felt like hours he got tired of hitting me and gave up. I snuck upstairs to my room and there I bursted into tears.

Worthless

Ungrateful

Ugly

Fat ass

White trash.

Ashamed to share blood with.

All of these words keep replaying in my mind and all I could think of was that they were true. I walk into the bathroom and find my razor. I haven't used this in weeks. But I need the pain to go away. I need to feel that everything is alright.

I slowly mark my wrist, at first I felt a slight pinch, but it faded away as I kept going. I was just thinking, why me? My life was getting so much better. I was changing. Them he had to come in my life and fuck it up. Why? Does god hate me! I can't believe this is happening to me.

"Oh my god Brooke what are you doing!?" Bridget rushes in the room. "Stop it" she snatches the blade for me and puts it in her pocket. "WHY DID YOU DO THAT!? THATS MY MEDICINE WHY TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME!?" I scream at her. "D-d-d did he do this to you." Her voice was quiet. I didn't answer her, instead I just started crying. She holds me.

"It's gonna be ok, I'll call for help." She wipes my tears. "No! He'll kill me! Please Bri, this has to stay between us. Alright." She nods her head. "Let me get you cleaned up." She says so quietly. I let her. Every move she made was so fragile. I guess she was scared of hurting me, but why? I'm already hurt enough.

"Brooklyn, it's gonna be ok, ok?" I just nod. I don't believe it's gonna be alright. Everyone tells me the same damn thing and nothing gets better. It only gets worse in my life. Why? That's how the night went. Me crying in my sisters arms.

"Brooklyn.." I wake up to my sister gently shaking me. I was still laying on the bathroom floor. "Is he gone?" I ask her. She sadly shakes her head. "But hey Aunt Ann and Uncle Joh will be home soon. It'll be ok. I promise, now come on it's time for school, let me help clean you up" she sadly smiles. I just nod my head. Bridget cleans all the open wounds and applies light make up, not enough to make me look like a clown, but enough so you wouldn't see the bruises.

After I was fully dress, I went downstairs trying to avoid my dad, but he was downstairs waiting for me. "Hello girls, I want you back by 5 and if you're not it'll be your ass, do you understand?" He asks me, I nod my head. "Speak piece of shit." He yells. "Don't talk to her like that!" Bridget defends. "Don't ever talk to me like that. I actually like you. I would hate to hurt you. "Yes we will be back." I sigh and walk towards my car.

"Brooklyn we have to call for help!" She shrinks. I shake my head. "No Bridget, I'll be fine." The look on Bridget's face told me she didn't believe me, and even I didn't believe myself.

Nothing was ever fine.

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Wow.

Poor Brooklyn

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