Page 58 of Broken

The party girl who fucks anything with two legs.

I cry as the memories from high school assault me, beat me down with the flashbacks, and remind me why I don’t deserve anything good.

I don’t deserve Everleigh’s and Maia’s friendships.

I don’t deserve Holden and how much he cares for me.

Because I’ve already learned that one day you’re handed what you deserve because of your actions, and it humbles you so much, you don’t dare to ever ask for more.

“I’ve never seen you dress like this before. That must mean you want something. You’re looking for attention, huh?”

His words send icicles down my back, his tequila scented breath makes me wanna vomit, and he’s pressing me against the door with such force, it hurts. I knew I shouldn’t have worn this outfit. Why did I listen to my friend Steph? I told her it was all wrong. This dress isn’t me.

“Aaron, you’re hurting me.”

“Oh shut up. You’re a little cock tease who needs to be shown a fucking lesson.”He looks down and licks his lips. “Why else would you wear this tight little number that shows off all your goods?”

“It’s just a dress, you pig.”

He slaps me clear across my cheek. It stings, and tears fill my eyes. “You’re a whore, just like your mother. Prancing her nice body around my dad at all those corporate events and causing him to cheat on my mom. Fucking disgusting.”

“My mother has nothing to do with your piece of shit womanizer of a father!”

He slaps me again. This time, tears roll down my cheeks, and he laughs in my face. “Watch what you say, slut. Or else your precious dad won’t have a job anymore. And then where will your family be? Nowhere, because we all know your dad wouldn’t be anything without mine.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to block out everything he’s saying. All the lies he spews into my ear, over and over again, as he holds me down and violates my body in a way it’s never been before.

It hurts, and there’s blood on the sheets. Aaron laughs. “You were a virgin, you fucking whore? Could’ve fooled me. But now I know why that pussy of yours was so tight. Untouched and perfect. Thanks for letting me fuck that up.”

I lie there in shock as he quickly dresses. When he’s done, he stands above me, a nasty snarl on his face as he watches my tears. The tears he caused. “You fucking say a word about this to anyone, and your world is fucking over.”

He slams the door on his way out, and I lean over the side of the bed and vomit all over the floor.

I try to clean myself up as best I can in the bathroom, and then I sneak out of the party without saying goodbye to anyone.

For the rest of my senior year, I don’t go to any parties, I don’t attend prom, and my wardrobe consisted of oversized T-shirts and sweatpants.

Friends ask me what’s wrong, and I lie and say my grandmother died.

Aaron glares at me every time we pass each other, and I tuck the secret deep down inside a little bit more each day.

I stop reading. I stop writing.

I change my major at college last minute.

Who I was becomes a distant memory.

I sit in my room with my headphones on and block out the world.

My parents ask if I’m okay, and I yes them to death until they leave me alone for a little while.

When I arrive at Sierra Cove, I tell myself I need to hide the pain in whatever way I can.

So I do what works best—drinking, partying, and finding myself in a different guy’s bed every night.

Until Holden.

The last part jerks me from my memory, and I realize I’m crying again.

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