I Know I'm Not Perfect (Jai Brooks Love Story)

Why Me?

*Authors Note. I edited the end for the people who have read this part :)*

 Kylie's P.O.V

I didn't believe my eye's. Luke Anthony Mark Brooks kidnapped me, I felt a lump in my throat, I couldn't speak urging just to cry out to him scream 'why, why me?' My heart was racing, beating hard every time he stopped, just to look at me. I could see guilt in his eyes but he quickly disguised it with a devilish smirk which narrowed his eyes. Small salty tears ran down my hot, dehydrated face. I was about to pass out again but forced myself to stay awake. He kneeled next to me, feeling his warm, minty breath blowing on my face, he smiled every so gentle, my hands slowly formed into tight fists, ready to punch him in his face. The chains stopped me, making my wrists rise with pain and heat from the chains rubbing on them and the burn I had gotten days before. A girly-like laughter stung the air, I swung my head backwards and forwards to see if she'll step out off the shadows. 'You deserve this pain, you could die and no-one would notice' I buried my face into my knee's, trying my hardest to sob quietly. My neck began to cramp and I heard shuffles of feet go towards a small light, a creak of a wooden door and a slam shut. I knew I was now alone, I needed a plan, to escape but I also needed to know their weakness's. Luke's definitely was his collarbone, one hit and he's out like a light. The girl's? Who was that girl? My mouth suddenly felt dry like the Sahara Desert, No Water and No Food, basically means I could die by tomorrow or the end of the week. Looking around the room I was in didn't help at all, if only there was light or a window, I'd be saved but no. 

I couldn't believe Luke would every do this to someone especially his brother's best friend. He wasn't like this. What the hell did I do? Was it because I kissed Jai? The one question I really wanted answered was 'Why did it have to be fucking me?' I thought cutting was bad, but this isn't self-harm, this is torture for absolutely no fucking reason. My salty tears stung my bloodly yet open wound, I felt so violated against Luke. He used to always smile and laugh with me and at me. He's never shown a violent side. My memory just then found a mind of it's on, going through the past to the present of Me and Luke. He always treated me like his little sister. How come he's hates me now? I've let him and Jai have loads of space, I was and never will be a cling-on now that's disturbing. I leaned against the brick wall, hitting my already bruised head on the hard wall. My cuts were getting bigger and bigger. How will I ever survive this?

Two Weeks Later 

Jai's P.O.V

It's been two weeks since Kylie's been missing, the police has done completely nothing which fucking pisses me off. I broke my leg looking for her last Thursday so I havn't been out of bed since. My heart aches for her. "Why did it have to be her?" "I've kissed girls in front of people before, why didn't they kidnap them?" I sunk my face back into my pillow and started what I will never finish until Kylie's found and hopefully alive. Beau was a great help, Luke the gigantic cunt just smirks every time I break down. Him and Taylor can go fuck themselves. Taylor is just a complete whore, using Luke for the fame, she looks like a god damn mutt well obviously as she always sniffs Luke's ass. I hate them so much luckily I have Beau and Mum or I would of killed myself earlier, I began cutting again, Beau knew but I just couldn't force myself to tell Mum the truth. I was diagnosed with depression,  but I can't explain this other feeling heartbreak? heartache? I just can't put it into words, Just Kylie, it's Kylie I need, want and should have in my arms, kissing. Making goosebumps every time her soft pink lips pout towards mine, spinning her until we fall in a heap and laugh. Her smile brightens my day, her laugh brightens my night/evening. My 11.11pm wish would be to kiss  her and be able to grip her tightly in my arms but God's not always there to help. He never will. Why did God punish me, why me?

Luke's P.O.V

That god forsaken bitch Kylie had to ruin my plans by kissing my fucking brother. The feelings for Kylie changed as soon as I read the text messages she sent to Jai, yes I like her very much or maybe loved until the sick 'Love Yous' started with her and Jai. I didn't get a flying fuck whether Jai cried but he has to do it right before we go to bed, it sucks sharing a bedroom together but then I know he's suffering, which is what the fucken cunt deserves. Made Kylie pass out by strangling her, making her squirm and scream is what I needed to hear. When she screams too loudly, give her an effort scoring kick in the side, her whimpering is like music to my ears. In no way was I guilty of hurting or kidnapping that slut. She deserves every bit of this torture, even if it's not by me. Taylor ,on the hand, she fucks every guy she finds but I honestly don't give a rats ass. She's rich and has her own beach house which is obviously where we keep little Miss Bullied Skank in the basement.

Jai was finally but slowly coming normal again and would only cry when he hear's 'Kylie' and basically just crumbles to the floor. The smile on my face when I repeat "Kylie" whenever he gets happy then turns into the most emotional miserable teenage boy ever. Now Beau, It might of been a bit too obvious what I was doing around him but of course Jai's his favourite brother but I can live with it, it doesn't matter too me really. I don't need them all I want his jai and Kylie to suffer under my circumstances.

 Kylie's P.O.V

I looked around in the blurred light streaming through the small gap but wide enough to see the half of the room I was sitting in, I couldn't move around easily as the chains gripped my wrists tightly. Newspaper lay out around me, the news weren't really my thing to read but I legit had nothing else to so, I rummaged through the old newspapers, even ones for 10 years ago. This was crazy, as I picked up one that was from 2000.