Completely and Utterly Broken

Chapter Three

I sit straight up, looking around the room. This is not my room!! I get out of bed, and run to the window. Its still light outside. I look around the room, scared. I don't see no backpack, no phone. Not that I got anyone to call. Even if I called the police, no one can pick me up from the police station. I walk to the door, and open it. The hallway is bright. And there's a staircase going down on my right. I look to my left, there's four more doors closed. I walk out, and close the door behind me. And tiptoe towards the staircase. I look down, no one there. I walk down the stairs. I walk to a door, and into a kitchen. I see my bag on the counter. Running to it, I open it and look for my phone. I find it, and open it. 6 o'clock.

I grab my bag, and throw it over my shoulder, then walk out the kitchen. But before I could make it to the door. Someone grabs my arm. I scream, and try to get out of their hold.

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"I scream. Shutting my eyes closed.

The person turns me, I'm assuming, to face them. "Hey, hey its me, Andrew. Its ok, you're with me."he says softly.

I open my eyes, and turn my head to look up at him, since he's taller then me. I sigh, and he let's me go.

We stand there in silence for a while. I look around, so I won't have to look at him. Hugging myself, I finally just look up at him. "Can you take me home?"I ask.

"No. Not until you tell me, why the hell that guy was beating you?"he asks, his voice raises a little.

I flinch, taking a step back away slightly. I look away. "No need to worry. I just need to get home."I say quietly.

"No, tell me. How long have this been going on?"he asks.

I shrug, still not looking at him. "I don't know. Four years. maybe?"I say.

Andrew sighs. "Four years? Really?"he asks. I nod. He grabs my chin oh so gently, it makes me want to roll my eyes. "Why haven't you told anyone?"he asks.

" 'Cause no one will care. All I'd become is famous. I don't have anyone. Besides even if you stopped them. I'd still be beaten and harassed."I say.

And he looks shocked. "What are you talking about?"he asks.

"My uncle. He beats me all the time. Only because I won't listen to him when he wants to fool around."I say simply.

His eyes are wide. He grabs my arms. And I wince. He shakes me. "Why, Zoe? Why haven't you told anyone?"he asks.

"I told you. No one cares about me. I don't have anyone."I reply.

"What about your parents?"he asks.

I gulp, and quickly blink back the tears. "My parents are dead. They died when I was fourteen. And before you ask. No, I don't have any siblings. I don't have any friends."I say.

"Oh, I'm sorry."he says.

I shrug. "Can you take me home?"I ask.

"No. You are not going home to that. To your uncle. I can't let that happen to you."he says.

My head snaps to him. "Why do you care?" I hiss. "I don't need your help. You don't even know me. Not even close. I don't need anyone. I just want to go home. So, are you going to give me a ride or not? Cause if you don't, I can do it myself. I'm used to people not caring." I say.

He's quiet, and just stands there, staring at me with arms crossed. "You know what, fine. You can go home. But I'm not taking you. You want to put yourself in danger. Do it."he shouts. And he goes to the stairs. And stomps up there.

Leaving me there, alone. As always. To deal with me myself. Not that I cared. I'm used to it.