Broken

Jane POV:

I woke up that morning with my head feeling like it was about to split in half, my hair was in my face as I gripped the grey comforter that was on me. I jolted up when I realized I wasn't in my bed. "Oh god did I hook up with someone?" I groaned, but quickly dismissed the thought when I realized I still had my pants on. I got out of the bed, gripping my head but the pain wouldn't stop. My bag and my boots were on the floor, I quickly put my boots on and grabbed my bag as I walked quietly out of the room. Wherever I was, it was a nice place. I tried to walk quietly but my boots were squeaking, and I heard someone in the kitchen.
"Hello?" The guy called out, I stuck my head around the corner to look at him as I tried to tip toe past, he had brown eyes and black hair. I realized that he was the guy from the bar, the guy that punched the scumbag hitting on me. I tried to sneak past him and get out of the house but he saw me. "Hey! Sleeping beauty!" He exclaimed, chuckling, I sighed and turned around, realizing he was making breakfast.
"Want breakfast?" He laughed as he put the scrambled eggs on plate.
"Not really hungry, now mind telling me where I am?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.
"My house, you passed out at the bar last night, I didn't know where else to take you." He replied, taking a bite out of a slice of bacon. "Now what's your name?" He asked me.
"I'm assuming by the fact I woke up fully clothed that we didn't hook up, right?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
"No, of course not." He replied with his mouth full.
"Good, do you smoke?" I asked him.
"Yeah..." He replied questioningly.
"Can I skim a cigarette off you?" I asked him. He got out his cigarettes but paused before giving me one.
"Tell me your name first." He asked.
"Jane Doe." I stated quietly.
"Jane Doe? Seriously?" He chuckled, raising an eyebrow at me.
"My mom thought it would be ironic..." I muttered.
"How old are you?" He asked.
"Sorry but you only asked for my name," I stated, snatching the cigarette out of his hand. "anyways I gotta go home, thanks for making sure I didn't die." I laughed as I skipped to the front door, after lighting the cigarette.
"Want a ride home?" He asked me.
"Sure, but just drive me near my house, lets just say someone I live with wont be happy about a guy driving me home." I tried to say that as vaguely as possible as I took a drag. "Wait," I started. "you never told me your name." I said to him.
"Brian." He said.
"Well, nice to meet you Brian." I said shyly. "Now drive me home." I said as I followed him out to his car. I got into his car, I felt uneasy and nervous around him, he was handsome and obviously successful and I was just a nobody. He pulled out of the drive way and I gave him directions as we started driving to my house.
"So you're in a band right?" I asked him as I looked down at my hands and brought them into the sleeves of my sweater.
"Yeah, Avenged Sevenfold, you've heard of us?" He asked me, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him.
"Of course I have, I don't live in a cave." I laughed as I looked out the window. "Me and my friend Molly went to a couple of your concerts." I stated as he smirked at me. We drove the rest of the way silently, I had him stop a few blocks from my house.
"Thanks for driving me, by Brian, have a nice life." I chirped as I got out of the car.
"Bye Jane, you too... I guess." He muttered as I motioned him to drive away, which he did.
I walked to my house in silence, dreading going back to my crazy aunt and her deadbeat boyfriend. I looked down at my boots and felt the wind through my hair as I walked.
When I got to the house I took a deep breath before walking in, I knew what was awaiting me. I took out my keys and unlocked the door, opening it slowly.
"Look what the cat dragged in!" Karly cackled at me, she was sitting on the ratty old couch in the living room, smoking a cigarette as I closed the door behind me.
"Where have you been all night?!" Richard yelled the question at me, sitting at the table and drinking some vodka straight out the bottle.
"I stayed at Molly's." I lied.
"Yeah right, you were probably whoring around like you always are." Karly spat at me.
"Look who's talking!" I yelled, she got up and smacked me across the face, causing me to stumble back.
"You're just like your mother!" She yelled at me as she hit me again.
I didn't say anything, I just got up and walked to my room silently and slammed the door behind me, locking it. I set my bag down and fell on to my bed as I started to feel the tears stream down my face. Karly has always been a drunk, she's never cared about me, but when my parents died she was the only family left, her and that disgusting boyfriend of hers. They've both abused me all my life, I've had so many bruises, once I they threw me down the stairs and I broke my ankle. Richard's the worst, but no matter what he does to me, Karly doesn't care, even when he raped me when I was 13.
I took off my sweater, only in a white tank top, and reached under my bed for a small box. The box contained razors, bandaids, an old picture of me and my parents, a lighter, a baggy of pot, and a stash of cigarettes. I reached for the razor, and held my arm out that was already littered with cuts and bruises, and brought the razor to the flesh, cutting it and watching the blood flow down. The blood was such a pretty color, I couldn't help but smile as I made another three cuts on the same arm, watching it bleed. I was still crying though, I couldn't help it, but it didn't matter, because I didn't care, no one did. I took a shower afterwards, there was a bathroom in my room so I didn't need to worry. I rinsed off the blood and washed my hair, and anything else I needed to do in there.
After the shower I got dressed, it was Saturday so I was probably going to go hang out with Molly. I put on a long sleeved KoRn shirt and some shorts, but not short enough to show the scars on my upper thighs. I applied my makeup at the mirror, smoky black eye makeup and red lipstick and some light blush on my cheeks. I put on my chucks and snuck out the window, there was a tree outside my window that I would climb down so I didn't have to deal with them. I grabbed my bag with my phone and climbed down the tree and started walking to Molly's house, it was just a couple streets over. I was wearing my aviators, and approached her house shortly.
"Hey Jane!" She yelled at me, she was already on her porch. Molly was wearing high waisted jean shorts with leggings, combat boots and a doctor who tee shirt.
"Hey Molly." I said back at her, walking towards her and sitting next to her on the bench on her porch.
"What happened last night? You went to that bar and I didn't see you the rest of the night." She asked me.
"I might've passed out on the bar floor..." I trailed off, still smirking.
"You what?!" She yelled
"Yeah it was so weird, this guy brought me home with him and didn't even try to have sex with me." I told her.
"Jane! He could've raped you! Or killed you!" She exclaimed at me.
"But he didn't, so it doesn't matter." I muttered.
"So this guy just takes you home after you pass out and just let's you sleep at his house?" She asked and I nodded. "Weird..." She said, and I just nodded again.
"But anyways, can I borrow your car? I need to buy some cigarettes." I asked her.
"I'll give you a ride to get your cancer sticks, I need to pick up some milk for my mom anyways." She stated as we got up and walked to her small silver beetle, I laughed at her response as we got into the car.
After we picked up what we needed we went to the library after Molly put the milk in her fridge. I needed to get some books and she did too. I managed to get a book about a girl who realizes she's actually a pixie and poetry book. Molly checked out a book she's read a billion times again, and book about phobias. After we left the library we spent most of the day at her house, I loved it a lot more than my house, her mom and her brother were usually gone and even when they were around they were really nice to me. I sat down on her couch with my feet up as we watched a Big Bang Theory marathon.
"So what's this mystery guy's name?" She questioned me as the show went to commercial.
"You mean the guy I'll never see again? Brian." I stated.
"You never know, you could be soul mates!" She teased.
"You don't meet your soul mate passed out on the floor of a bar!" I exclaimed.
"Life works funny sometimes." She laughed.
"Oh shut up Molly..." I said as the show came back on and we stopped talking.
After hanging out with Molly for the whole day, I had to go back home, it was already eight o'clock. I said goodbye and I walked back home, praying they were already asleep or something. I didn't want to deal with them again. When I arrived my house my stomach dropped and I felt like I couldn't breathe, but I still walked in like I always do. I'm 16, so I only have 2 more years of this, I can make it, I've been dealing with it for 5 years, what's 2 more? I walked in slowly, locking the door behind me, everything seemed fine until I felt two hands shove me to the ground.
"Oh look, the slut's home." I heard Richard slur, standing over me. I didn't say anything, so he kicked me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me.
"Stop it! You're drunk!" I yelled at him, he just laughed.
"I'd do this sober and you know it." He slurred, kicking me again.
"I have to pay to put food on your plate and a roof over your head and you repay me by coming home late every night!" He yelled walking away for enough time for me to get up. He turned back around at me and punched me in the face, I felt blood drip down from my nose as I stumbled backwards.
"Ya know, if your parents didn't die in that car accident they would've killed themselves living with you!" He yelled as he kicked me again, in the legs. I felt tears start to well up in my eyes but I just laid there as he walked away, back into his room. I laid there clutching my stomach with tears rolling down my cheeks for a couple minutes before stumbling back to my room.
I walked back into my room and locked the door behind me.
I got out the box from under my bed and grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels that was down there too. I made 5 more cuts on my arms, then some on my legs, and drank half of the bottle before I went into the bathroom to change and look at myself. I looked at myself in the mirror, I still had half dried blood under my nose and my face was bruised.I looked down at my legs, they were bruised along with my stomach. I washed off the blood and my makeup before changing a tank top and my plaid pajama bottoms. I walked out of the bathroom and laid down on my bed, silently crying until I fell into a nightmare filled sleep.

Notes

molly's outfit
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