More Than Just a Bad Boy

Chapter 14

This chapter is dedicated too all every single girl who don't think they're pretty or who don't think they're skinny enough. Take a better look in the mirror, because you are beautiful and you are the perfect you. This chapter goes especially to one of my best friends, who drew the picture above. I love you Lindsey, you're beautiful in every way.

Brooke's POV

"Brooke, wake up."

"Oh my God, what did I do..."

"You need to get inside. I can't believe you did that. Get away from her."

"Brooke, baby, wake up. Come on."

"Get the hell away from her!"

I slowly opened my eyes confused. Ryder was being held back by Derek and Austin looked like he was having a hard time not beating the crap out of Ryder. "Look what you did. You need to get away from her," Austin grinded his teeth together.

"I didn't mean to hurt her!" Ryder looked sober now.

"You're just a screw up," Austin's voice was cold and laced with cruelness. I didn't like it.

Derek pulled Ryder into the house. They hadn't even noticed that I had sat up. I rubbed the back of my head. "Ow," I muttered.

Austin kneeled down next to me. "Let
me see." He moved behind me and felt around the back of my head. I cringed. "Sorry. You've got a big bump."

"Awesome," I sighed. Austin helped me up to my feet.

"Do you want to go to my house?" He asked with hope evident in his eyes. I don't understand why he wants anything to do with me.

"I really should go home. Sorry..." I trailed off.

He nodded. "Then let's get you home."

The car ride was awkward to say the least. Thank God for music. The radio was the only thing saving me from jumping out of the car.

Have you ever had a conversation with someone and you just kept talking and talking and talking about God knows what? It was not this way with Austin. It was the complete opposite. I couldn't think of a thing to say for the life of me. Once we reached my house I happy-danced in my mind. "Thanks so much."

"Anytime, cutie."

I inwardly cringed. My thoughts drifted to what Ryder had said. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat and ran inside. Once I closed the door I let the tears flow freely.

Of course I've gotten made fun of in the past, I mean, hasn't everyone? Wow, that says a lot about mankind... But it never hurt this much. Ever. I grabbed my pajamas and ran into the bathroom. I looked in the mirror. I pulled up my shirt over my head and a sob escaped.

With tears cascading down my cheeks and landing on my stomach, I desperately grabbed at the fat willing it to go away. I pulled my pants off. My thighs were humongous. I grabbed the at the fat from my inner thighs all the way to under my knees, but it only made them red. I slid down the wall watching as my stomach folded in half. I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe if I squeezed and pulled hard enough it would go away?

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. I didn't have much self-confidence to begin with, but after this? I don't think I have any.

At first I thought you'd be a good lay. I like a little challenge. But after I got a good look at you in your underwear and bra, I'm glad I didn't go with my original plan.

His words replayed in my head. The look of disgust on his face haunted me.

"Why do I have to be so damn ugly!?" My voice cracked as I yelled.

Ugly.

Fat.

Worthless.

Annoying.

Brat.

Bitch.

Boner-killer.

I squeezed my eyes shut again. "I wish you were here, Dad," I whispered.

"Brooke, you home?" Matt's voice boomed from the front door. Oh no.

"Yeah! I'll be right down." I pulled on my plaid pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I wasn't happy about the shorts but I didn't have any other pajamas.

I splashed some water on my face and prayed that my brother wouldn't notice my red puffy eyes. Wow, I was not a pleasant sight.

I jogged into the living room passed my big brother who was lounging on the couch and took a seat in Dad's chair. I swished my hair in front of my face as nonchalantly as possible. "Hi."

"Sup," Matt said absentmindedly. Thank God.

I watched the last 3 minutes of his TV show with him. Once it ended he muted it and turned to me. "Let's watch some movies tonight. Just the two of us." It was his way of apologizing.

"Uh, sure," I said with my hair in front of my face.

"You okay?"

"Yep, totally fine." I played with my hands.

"Brooke. Look at me."

"Why?" I asked as innocently as possible still not looking up.

I heard the couch squeak and then all of a sudden Matt came into view. "Hi," I said.

"Were you crying?" I just looked away. "Who made you cry? What happened?" His nostrils were flared.

"It's nothing, I'm fine," I smiled.

"No, tell me." His voice was so scary, I just had to tell him. So I did. And now I'm crying again...

"I just don't wanna look like this anymore," I cried into his shoulder as we sat in the couch.

"Brooke, you're beautiful. God does not make ugly things. You're perfect the way you are, you don't have to change. I love you, okay? That means everything'll be okay. I promise."

I just shook my head. I knew he lied. How could I be beautiful?

I fell asleep with tear stains on my cheeks as The Notebook played on the TV. Yeah, my brother can be a manwhore. But he can also be the sweetest guy on earth.