I'm Broken

Chapter 1

It's been a week since I was kidnapped. I was just sitting here, staring at a blank wall, wondering if my parents and older brother had police looking for me. Wondering if my friends were thinking about me. I was locked in a room, with no windows or doors for me to escape. My kidnapper hasn't done anything to me... yet. And I hope he doesn't do anything at all. I lay down trying to sleep, but nothing seems to work. I eventually fall asleep, thinking of my family and friends.
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I woke up to the sound of a door slamming against the wall. I opened my eyes and saw somene walk into the room. My kidnapper walked into the room. Fear bubbled up inside of me and I tried to crawl to the far end of the bed, but he was to quick. He grabbed my ankles and dragged me over to him. I started crying. I knew what was going to occur, but that just made me cry even harder.
"Come here you little bitch," he snarled. I just whimpered in return. He started pulling mine and his clothes off and crawled on top of me. I tried to fight him off, but he punched me right in the face, making me lose conscious. Eveything was a blur the rest of the night.
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I woke up to flashing red and blue lights and sirens. I was covered in a white robe, being carried by a policemen, it seemed like. I was confused at first, with what was happening, until the harsh reality came crashing down on me. I started sobbing into the mans chest uncontrollably.
"Is it over yet?" I quietly asked the man.
"Shhh, it's over, your safe," he whispered back to me, somewhat calming me. He placed me in an ambulance, holding my hand the whole way there.
"What's your name?" I shyly asked the policeman.
"I'm agent Morgan, but you can call me Derek, Derek Morgan," (p.s if you know him then I luv u)
"Ok, Derek Morgan," I smiled slightly and he smiled brightly back at me. When we arrived at the hospital, the medics rolled me into my own room and again, Derek stayed with me.
"Where are my parents and brother," I whispered quietly.
"They're on their way. They were really worried about you, you know? Especially your brother." I just nodded in response. My brother, Carter was always protective of me.

It's been about a half an hour of doctors taking tests and me just staring blankly at wall, trying to look at the bright side of things. But the thing is, there is no bright side, and I don't think there will be a bright side for a while now. My family burst into the room unexpectically, startling me. There were so many emotions running through their eyes, happiness relief, sympathy, and sadness. They ran over to me in my bed and each gave me a big bear hug. We all cried, but I cried with tears of happiness.

The next day, I got my test results back, everything seemed fine for my health, except for the fact that I was pregnant, and that I couldn't bring myself to get an abortion.

9 months later
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9 months. The worst 9 months and 3 days of my life. April 14, my baby, Andrew Thomas Jenkins, was born. When I gave birth to him, I wouldn't hold him. I couldn't hold him. I couldn't even look at him. I was scared to see some sort of resembelence to my kidnapper. That resembelence would just bring all the memories back, and I didn't need that. I was just beginning to be happy. Just beginning to fall out of depression. You see, the first couple of months of my pregnancy, I cut myself, tried starving myself, I even thought about suicide sometimes, but I couldn't bring myself to take away someones life because of my unhappiness. So I lived through the pregnancy, went through all that pain, just to make sure Andrew would be able to have a life of his own. I knew I wouldn't be able to take care of him, and so did my parents. They offered to watch over him, and I agreed. I thought it would be best for Andrew. I also thought about what would be best for me. So, I decided to move from Pennsylvania, where I live, to Los Angeles. I wanted to start over, get a fresh start, forget about what had happened in the past. I was moving in a week, I already bought an apartment and looked for job openings nearby. I was going to try to find an opening for anything related to fashion. I always wanted to make my own clothing. I dreamed about it since I was a little kid.

I was currently packing up all of my clothes and shoes, leaving stuff out I needed for the next week. I felt a presence behind me and I spun around. There stood my brother, Carter, with eyes full of tears.

"Oh Carter, please don't cry," I whipered as I went up to hug him.
"I just can't believe your leaving Ken,"
"I know, and I'll miss you and mom and dad so much, but it's what's best for me,"
"Will you miss Andrew?"
".... I guess I just need to adjust to the fact that I have a son, but it'll take time, you should know that,"
"I know," he sighed, crying some more. The rest of the day, we just cried, cuddled, and ate some icecream. Because isn't icecream the solution to everything?

A week later
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My brother was driving me to the airport. It was finally thursday, the day I moved to L.A. I already said goodbye to my parents this morning. They had to stay behind to take care of Andrew. We arrived and I went to the security area. I turned around because Carter wasn't allowed farther along. We hugged for so long, crying into eachothers shoulders.

"I'm gonna miss you so much Ken," he whispered.
"Im gonna miss you too, C," I whispered back. I let go of him and stepped backwards.
" I should get going," I said. He just nodded smiling slightly. I stepped into security, and walked towards my plane, waving goodbye to my brother until I was too far into the crowd to see him anymore.

"Flight 164 to Los Angeles, California is boarding now," some lady said over the intercom. I made my way to the plane and stepped inside. I foud my seat and sat down. It seemed like I had the row to myself. I fell asleep quicky once the plane was boarded and took off.

In California(idk how long it takes to get from pennsylvania to california)
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"Ma'am, if you could buckle up, we'll be landing soon," someone told me, shaking me awake. Landings of planes aren't my favorite part of the ride, but I managed to survive. I stepped off the plane, went through security, got my bags from baggage claim, and walked outside into the warm California air.

"Hello Los Angeles," I muttered under my breath.

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Ik it was probably really bad and really short but watevs. I have a picture of wat kendall looks like on the side and btw I'm typing this off my iPad so there will probably b a lot of typos. Also I thought of this book while I was drying my hair (lol)so srry if there was a book made similar to this and pls dont take my idea or copy the book or something. Second, I'm only 13 so there will b no smut in this book srry u dirty minded ppl! Lastly this is my first book so srry if it's bad! Luv u my lovelies! I'm gonna try to update once a week!