Broken

Chapter-1: Beginning of my story

The warm summer breeze blew, ruffling my hair, and creating a satisfying sensation against my sweat covered body.

The branches of the trees swayed and leaves fluttered wildly under the cloudless azure sky. The sun was bright and the scorching heat of the sun was burning my forehead.

Warm sun from the sunny summer sky beat down on my exposed legs and hands. My skin was a scorched, back drenched and lips chapped, courtesy of the heat.

Sighing, I cleaned the beads of sweat from my brows, fantasizing about a cold drink.

I picked up my speed and cycled through my neighborhood.

Six months ago, I, along with my parents and my younger brother Sam shifted here from Washington D.C.

My neighborhood has almost everything a good residential area has: friendly neighbors, parking space, and proximity to shopping.

As I pulled out in front of my two-story house, I parked my bicycle in the
garage, carried the shopping bag, and rushed inside the house.

"Mom I'm home!"I squealed as I made my way to the kitchen, approaching my mother who was busy in the preparation of meals.

"Oh, thank you, darling, " my mother smiled as I handed her the grocery, along with the receipt.

I scurried towards the refrigerator, opened its door, and reached for a lemonade drink. Opening its cap, I gulped the drink down my dry throat. I was so thirsty that I drenched the entire drink within seconds and tossed the empty bottle into the dust-bin.

"How's the weather?" mom inquired, cleaning her hands with the hem of her apron. "You look like you are roasted." She chuckled.

"It's too hot," I said wiping my face with a napkin.

"You should go and sit in an air-conditioned room, honey," she suggested as she continued to chop the veggies.

"Okay," I hummed as I marched towards Sam's bedroom.

The door was slightly ajar. I peeked inside to find Sam playing video games.

"Hey!" I said, clearing my throat, attempting to gain his attention.

"Hi!" he shook his head, sparing me a single glance and darted his eyes to the television again.

Rolling my eyes, I pulled out the television switch from the socket. His jaw dropped open as he stared at me in disbelief.

"Come on Sam! You have been playing for a long time. Go easy on your eyes!".

"Why would you do that?! I was going to win!" Sam lamented, staring at me with his blue puppy eyes in awe and displeasure.

Sighing, I made my way over to my 8 years old brother who was annoyed at me. I lifted him up, completely ignoring his protests, and made him sit on my lap.

"Oh, you are getting heavy," I cooed as I straddled him on my lap.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Yes!" he protested, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Have you done your homework, video games freak?" I arched my eyebrow up, demanding an answer.

"No, no,... I will do it Liz!" he tried to reason with me as I masked a stern expression on my face.

"Shall I tell mom?" I smirked.

"No, please don't. I will do it. Promise." he pleaded through his eyes.

"Okay, I won't. You better finish it before supper." I remarked, lifting him up and placing him on the bed.

A wry smile briefly touched my lips as I glanced at him one last time and proceeded towards my room.

I turned the lights on and the air conditioner. I had work to do. I took the un-completed assignment from the drawer of my study table and started scribbling.

Within an hour, I was done with my task. I placed my assignment in my bag pack and yawned, wearily.

My eyes darted to the photograph placed on the study table. It was a photograph of me and my new boyfriend Justin, taken about a month ago.

He is a smart athletic boy and a caring boyfriend. I have been dating him for five months. I really like him a lot but I am yet unable to draw myself to love him.

All my feelings are messed up because of an insolent, bad guy. Blake Ryder.

Even his name causes the shivers to run down my spine. He has the power to draw me towards him, even though he bullies me and torments me. I am an ordinary girl and have nothing special about me.

Yet, I'm lucky to have Justin by my side, who cares about me. Guilt overcomes me as I remind myself that I don't love him. I feel sorry at times for not being able to return his feelings.

Since my childhood, I had been a subject of criticism at school and wasn't good at making friends either but I have made some good friends here for which I'm thankful.

My friends are loving and caring but still, nobody can save me from my nightmare-Blake Ryder.

He takes every opportunity to rub it in my face that he despises me.

For some strange reasons, my heart flutters when I look into his mesmerizing and drowning hazel eyes but at the same time, fear crawls in my bones, reminding me of the fact that he is my bully and I end up convincing myself to hate him.

He has always been so cold and rude towards me and I wonder why.

For every girl, he is a hero!

Breath-taking is a word to describe him!

Tall body frame and muscular body portraying his well-defined abs can steal anyone's breath away. His beautifully sculpted face, mesmerizing eyes, perfect jawline, and his perfect bad-boy aura makes him the most handsome boy of St. Patrick Highschool.

I despise him!

He is my bully! He is my nightmare!

He always gets what he wants and no one has the guts to stop him! No matter how hard I try to ignore him, he always finds a way to shake me back into the reality that he is my bully and he bullies me!

A stray tear slipped down my face as I recalled his tormenting words in my head.

'You are so ugly!'

' I despise you.'

'Kids, dad's home!', mom called out from the kitchen, interrupting my thoughts.  I wiped the stray tear that had managed to slip down my face. I picked up the photograph and studied it, examining it from every angle. I sucked in my breath and let out a heavy sigh.

'Coming,' I responded aloud, glancing at the photograph one last time, pushing away the guilt and stormed outside.

I am Alissa Bennet. I am just a shy, ordinary girl and this is just the beginning of my story!