Scarred // michael clifford

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•Brooklynn's POV•
*friday*
School sucked. All my teachers hated me, cause they assumed I was nothing, but trouble. Not gonna lie, I kinda am, but that's besides my point.

People just generally stared at me. I don't know if it was the new hair, or what, but I didn't like it. It made my uncomfortable.

The only thing getting me through my week was texting Michael throughout my classes. I smiled when he sent corny jokes or his stupid spelling mistakes.

But life at home didn't get better. Seth hitting me when he drank, which was manly every night. He only hit me in places which would remain covered, it didn't mean that it didn't hurt. I had a feeling today would be no different.

"Brooklyn get your ass out here!" He yelled outside my room. I could stay in the safety of my room, but that would only lead him to hurting me more later.

My hands shook as I reached out to grab my door knob. Breathe Brooke. Breathe. I opened it quickly, seeing the enraged man I was used to seeing.

"What?" I snapped. My mistake. His hand swiped across my face. The first time in awhile he's touched his hands onto my face. I could already feel the bruise forming.

"Don't talk to me that way." He grabbed me by my hair and threw me on my bed.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked, becoming very scared.

"Getting what your mom isn't giving me." He tried getting on-top of me. I made my first instinct I could think of. I kicked him straight in the balls and ran out my room.

I snatched my keys from the table and ran into my car. I turned it on and drove away as fast as possible. I pulled into the nearest park and turned my car off.

As I sat in the silence of the car. The familiar tone of ringing consumed my thoughts. I felt numb. You don't realize how life really is until you've experienced it. I hadn't realized tears rushed down my face, until now.

It wasn't safe. When I sat in the quiet and just thought. I wasn't safe to be alone at these times.

Worthless.

When you're lying in a quiet room and you start to make the sound say something. As if it's speaking to you indirectly.

Worthless.

The voices began to speak. The tears to fell from my eyes landing into my lap.

Worthless.

I grabbed my hair and tried massaging my head. Looking insane. I didn't belong here.

Worthless.

"STOP!" I yelled and the voices silenced.

My hands were shaking. I needed help. I grabbed my phone and dialed the familiar number.

The anticipation of the rings was killing me. Come on. Come on.

"Hello?" His groggy voice answered the phone.

"Michael. I-I need help."

"Brooklynn? Are you okay?" He asked worried.

"No." I stated plainly.

"Where are you?"

"I'll drive to your house." I choked back the tears.

"Brooke what happened?" He asked concerned.

"I-I'll talk to you when I get there." I hung up before I began crying again.

Pull it together Brooklynn.

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I walked up to his front door, knocking softly. Michael opened the door and wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Dammit Michael I just stopped crying." I let the tears fall down. I nuzzled my face into his shoulder and just let it all go. "I'm s-sorry. I-I'm getting yo-your shirt all wet."

He pulled away and picked me up bridal style. I buried my head back into his shoulder. He carried my through the house, into his room. He gently placed me on his bed. I looked up and his eyes and they met mine. They were gentle and they showed something I've never seen in anyone's. Care. He leaned forward a softly kissed my forehead.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He whispered.

I nodded slowly. I knew I didn't want to, but I had to. The room was dark and you could hardly see anything that wasn't right in front of your face.

"My stepdad, he got mad at me." I didn't technically lie. Just didn't tell the whole truth.

Michael reached up to wipe the tears off my cheek. I flinched at his touch.

"Brooke, Is that all that happened?" He walked over to the night stand and turned the lamp on. He turned to me and I'm assuming saw the bruise on my cheek. "Brooke, di-did he hit you?" I nodded and tears poured down my face. He wrapped his arms tightly around me. I didn't care that I was crying in front of him. I just let it out.
"Did he do anything else?"

"He-He tried t-to..." Michael understood what I was saying and just held me closer.

"I'm going to kill him for hurting such an amazing girl." He whispered.

"You hardly know m-me."

"But what I've gotten to see is a beautiful, strong, caring, amazing girl." He kissed the top of my head.

We stayed like that as Michael made quiet hushing noises to sooth me. "Why don't we get you some sleep?" He whispered into my ear. Shivers sent down my spine. I nodded and he lifted me off the bed. He pulled the comforter down and set me on the sheets. Slowly he pulled the covers up and over me. He started to walk away, but to mine and his surprise I grabbed his hand.

"Stay." I said whilst my voice cracking.

He climbed over me and tucked himself in the bed. I turned to face him. My eyes met his. I felt intimidated under his gaze.

"I don't see why he would hurt such a beautiful girl." He grazed me cheek. "Close your eyes, your safe."

And with that I drifted off.

//so guys, no one is reading but I'm still writing. cause I know it takes time, well hope the one person that is reading enjoys it;) Ily//

-Julia