Imperfect

Brooke, a sophomore girl who never got noticed by people in school and at home. Her parents always yelled and got her in trouble. She tried to hide her pain with long sleeves and bracelets. Her brother, Casey, a senor, was the only one who really cared about her. Her life gets worse and worse until she finds out about a band that changes her life.

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    >>Brooke's P.O.V.<<

            Dear Diary,

                I started cutting again after two weeks of not.  The feeling of the blade against my skin felt great!  After my dad took my phone, I broke down.  I tried everything to be the same, but not listening to WMYB makes me feel worthless.  Like i'm not needed in this world.  I don't maybe i should just end everything now and maybe cut a little too deep?  Oh, I don't know anymore. . . .

                                                   -Love Brooke

    You close your diary, hide it under you mattress, and shrug off your bed.  You start to head downstairs to do your chores.  When you reach the bottom, your dad's voice comes from the living room,"You better be coming down to do your chores!  If not, get your ass back to your room!"  You just ignore him and go to the kitchen.  When you close the fridge, your dad's unshaven face is right there, in front of yours. 

    "Did you not hear me or are you ignoring me, bitch?" he says with the smell of strong beer on his breath.  You try and get out of the kitchen, but he steps right in the way, blocking the doorway. 

   "I know how to make you listen now,"he says grabbing your arm roughly and shoving you out of the kitchen and up the stairs.  Once you reach your room, he pushes you on the bed.  You curl up in a ball on the far side of your bed as he closes the door.  As he turns around, he starts unbuttoning his shirt.  What is he- Oh my god!  No!, you think as he takes her shirt off and throws it on the floor.  
    "NO!  PLEASE NO!  I'LL LISTEN!  JUST PLEASE DON'T!" you scream as he unbuttons his pants and moves closer to you.  You scoot closer to the wall.

    "No, too late now princess.  You had your chances!" he says taking his pants and boxers off.  He starts to move to the bed and gets on the bed.  He grabs your legs and pulls you down under him.  He grabs the bottom of your shirt and pulls it over your head as you keep jerking around trying to get him to stop.  He starts groping your breast.  The feeling goes through your body.  It's a weird feeling.  He takes your breast out and sucks it.  You moan even though you didn't want to.  He goes down and unbuttons your shorts.  After he takes them off, he rubs you and you let out a moan.

    "You like the attention now?  Huh?  I bet you do!  Keep moaning! Mom and Casey aren't here to hear you!" he says rubbing your leg with his other hand.

    He rips your underwear off and keeps rubbing.  You are now gripping the sheets and biting your lip from moaning.  He slowly slides a finger in.  You scream,"STOP!  IT HURTS!  STOP!" He doesn't stop.  he moves it back and worth.  He tell you to pump his thing.  You don't.  He smacks your face and tells you again.  You grab it.  You hate it so much.  Everything.  He takes his finger out and tells you to stop.  He moves up and positions himself where his thing is right in front of yours.  

    Oh my god!  Please don't!  No! you think to yourself.  He slides up and you feel it.  It hurts so bad.  Your whole body feels weak.  You scream as he covers your mouth and moves back and forth fast.  

    "Shut your mouth, bitch!  You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this to you!  Get you alone!" he says groping your breast and thrusting. 

    After about what feels like hours, he stops and comes out.  You lay there nude and wet.  He gets up and starts to get dressed.  You hear the front door open,"Hello?  Anyone home?"  It's Casey.  Your dad puts his shirt on and heads out the door.  

   

    You just lay there thinking, Why me? 

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