Broken

Jane POV:
I woke up that morning from the sun through my windows, and the sound of Karly and Richard screaming at each other downstairs. So naturally, I put some music on as I got ready for the autumn Sunday ahead of me. I put on a black tank top, with a button up flannel over it, some light blue jean shorts, knee socks and my favorite pair of chucks. I put on some makeup, a lot of concealer and foundation to cover up the bruise around my nose, I did a pretty good job actually, then a dark layer of eyeliner and dark red lipstick, I looked decent enough. I snuck out the window and started walking to Starbucks, it was fall so they have this pumpkin spice hot chocolate, and I was really craving some. I got out my iPod from my bag, put the headphones in my ears and started playing Eyeless by Slipknot as loud as I could take it as I walked to the coffee shop, the fall air was blowing through my hair as I walked. I put my hands in my pockets as I approached the Starbucks and squinted, looking at someone sitting by the window.
"Oh god." I muttered.

Brian POV:
I rarely went to Starbucks, the place was filled with hipsters and teenagers, but I really needed some coffee. Jimmy thought it would be a great idea to get completely hammered the night before, and lets just say I was so hungover that I felt like a zombie. I got my coffee and sat down at a table near the window, I was lost in my thoughts for a while until something made me snap back to reality, a girl, walking towards the coffee shop, with purple hair, squinting because the sun was in her eyes, but she stopped in her tracks when her brown eyes met mine through the window.

Jane POV:
"Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god..." I muttered under my breath as I looked down from his gaze. I was tearing my brain apart for a solution to the problem. Then I had the thought to walk in the other direction, make it look like I forgot something, I didn't want to see this guy, that's already seen me drunken and passed out. But then I thought about the pumpkin spice hot chocolate that was calling my name, and walked into the Starbucks.
"Me and my fucking self control problems..." I mumbled to myself as I ordered the drink I wanted and sat at an empty table. I reached into my bag and grabbed a notebook that was always in it, and started writing some poem that had popped into my head.
"Jane! Your drink's ready!" The girl yelled for me, I got up and grabbed the drink, paying first. I sat back down in my seat, not taking a sip yet because it felt too hot. I went back to my writing but then I was interrupted by someone walking over to me.
"Can I sit here?" I heard him say, I looked up to see that it was Brian and nodded timidly.
"Um hi." I said as he sat down in the seat across from me. "No offense, but why are you sitting with me?" I asked him quietly.
"I can't want the company of a beautiful stranger?" He smirked at me.
"You didn't need to be sarcastic." I snapped at him.
"I wasn't being sarcastic, anyways I just wanted to talk to you." He told me.
"About what?" I asked him cautiously.
"I don't know, about life." He stated, a grin creeping up his face.
"Life sucks, got enough information?" I stated bluntly as I took a sip from the hot chocolate, practically burning my tongue.
"Why is that?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow.
"Does it matter? Obviously I don't have a good life, you met me passed out on a bar floor." I snapped.
"What were you even doing at that bar?" He asked me. "You can't be old enough to get in. How old are you by the way?" He asked.
"16." I stated, his eyes widened at my claim. "Yeah don't want to flirt now, do you?" I smirked, taking a sip, that didn't burn me this time.
"I wasn't flirting with you, I was curious." He said, sounding offended.
"So how old are you?" I asked him.
"24." He told me.
"So there goes your hopes of ever getting in my pants." I laughed.
"Oh please, that wasn't my intention." He scoffed.
"I was just kidding, that's just the intention of every guy that talks to me..." I trailed off, looking at the ground and taking another sip, realizing it had started raining outside.
"Well I doubt that." He sighed.
"You don't have my life." I scoffed, finally getting up from the table, not forgetting my bag and my hot chocolate. "Well I gotta go." I said goodbye.
"I'll give you a ride, it's raining" He said sweetly, getting up, and throwing away his coffee.
"You don't have to, it's not a far walk and I don't mind the rain." I stated.
"I want to." He insisted, smiling.
"Um okay." I agreed.
When we got back to his car I lit a cigarette after I set the hot chocolate in the cup holder, figuring he didn't care if I smoked in his car.
"Your parents don't care that you smoke?" He asked me, I almost grimaced at the question.
"My parents are dead." I muttered quietly.
"Oh I'm sorry..." He said quietly as we started driving.
"Don't be." I said, watching the rain hit the window as I took a drag.
"So where am I driving to?" He asked me as we pulled out.
"I honestly don't know." I stated, he chuckled at me. "I don't want to go home right now, so I guess my friend Molly's house." I sighed, taking another drag from the cigarette that was burning away in my hand. Most of the ride was silent other than when I gave him directions, eventually we came to a stop in front of the house.
"Well I guess is the actual last time I'll ever see you again, have a nice life!" I smiled as I went to open the car door, but stopped when I felt his hand on my shoulder.
"Wait." He said gently, his eyes looked hurt and happy at the same time and I just couldn't read him. I turned back to him, giving him a questioning look as our eyes met. He opened his mouth to say something, but instead he just sighed and said something I don't think he was intending to.
"Can I walk you in?" He asked, smiling softly.
"You'll get soaked." I reasoned.
"It's okay." He smiled as he got out, walking around the car and opening the door for me. He was wearing a black v-neck, a leather jacket and some dark jeans, all of which were getting rained on. I got out of the car and felt the water on me, it was refreshing.
"I'm sorry." I said to Brian.
"Don't be." He said back as we walked slowly up to the door.
"Brian?" I asked, stopping before we got up to the door, looking at the sky and smiling.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"When you look up while its raining, it looks like the sky is falling, or you're flying." I smiled as I pointed up, getting him to look as my hair and face got wet.
"Yeah it does..." He smiled gently at me and we walked to Molly's porch, it was dry under the roof. I knocked on the door and waited for Molly to come out. I looked back at Brian, his face was laced with worry and shock, like he was looking at a ghost.
"What happened?" He asked, I felt his hand lightly graze my cheek. I remembered, my face was bruised from Richard punching me, and Brian can see it because the rain washed off my makeup. I couldn't tell him, Richard would rape me again or even kill me if he found out.
"Oh I fell, you wouldn't believe how clumsy I am." I lied smoothly, I was an expert at lying by now.
"Are you sure?" He asked, worried.
"Yeah, don't worry, especially over a stranger." I smiled.
"We don't have to be strangers forever ya know..." He trailed off, as I knocked on the door again, I knew Molly was home because her car was there.
"Well I suppose we're acquaintances now." I said.
"Okay then, acquaintance, can I ask you something?" He asked.
"Sure..." I said questioningly.
"Do you maybe want to do something? With me I mean..." He asked, he seemed confident but the way his words came out it seemed like he was nervous.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked him, smirking.
"That, my dear acquaintance is a surprise." He said happily.
"Okay." I said, smiling like an idiot.
"How's tomorrow?" He asked me with a soft smile plastered on his face.
"Tomorrow's great, can it be around 7 pm? Just pick me up from here, I'll be at Molly's after school anyways." I asked.
"Yeah 7's great, well see you tomorrow." He muttered, walking back into his car.
Brian POV:
I got into my car, putting my seatbelt on before starting it again. I glanced at Jane one more time before driving, making sure her friend had came to the door before driving off. I drove in silence, my thoughts were loud enough. I couldn't get her out of my head. I don't know why, she doesn't seem that remarkable when you first notice her, but when you look into her sorrowful eyes and the way they can light up so easily, you can't help but want to make them light up like that all the time. I can't believe I asked her out, I am a bit older than her, I hope she's not weirded out by that. I remembered the sight of her bruised face, still beautiful in its flawed form, she had said she fell but it didn't look like it. I didn't want to interrogate her though, even if someone had hurt her, she wouldn't tell me, she still barely knows me. I pulled into my driveway to see Jimmy's truck parked in front of my house, he already has a key for emergencies, and what he considers emergencies is mostly just either a shortage of beer or boredom, so I figured he was already inside. I got out of my car and walked up to my front door, which was already unlocked, courtesy of Jimmy. I walked in to my house to see Jimmy, laying on my couch, chugging a beer, watching TV.
"Hey bro, where have you been?" He asked me, raising an eyebrow as I locked the door behind me.
"I ran into a friend." I stated vaguely, smirking.
"Oh, what's her name?" He asked as a grin grew on his face.
"None of your business." I snapped, walking to the kitchen an he followed behind me.
"Aw does little Bri-Bri have a girlfriend?" He taunted, sitting on the counter as I grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
"Shut the fuck up Jimmy." I snapped.
"Dude come on, this rarely happens, at least let me have some fun."
"Nothing's happening!" I half yelled at him.
"Dude, I've known you for long enough to know when you're head over heels." He scoffed.
"I am not head over heels, that doesn't happen to me." I stated, taking a sip from the beer in my hand.
"Whatever you say..." Jimmy trailed off.

Jane POV:
Molly opened her front door before he left, finally.
"Why'd it take you so long to answer?" I asked her, annoyed.
"You guys looked like you were talking, it's rude to interrupt!" She exclaimed, laughing, as he drove away and I walked into her living room.
"You're soaked!" She exclaimed looking at me, her expression changed when she saw my face.
"What happened to your face?" She asked, her voice laced with worry. Molly doesn't know, well she knows that Karly and Richard always yell at me and that they hate me, but she doesn't know they get physical with me, or that Richard raped me.
"Oh I fell off my bed, I'm so fucking clumsy sometimes." I lied.
"Oh okay.." She said, still unsure.
"Don't worry, I'm fine, trust me." I pulled a fake smile.
"Okay." She smiled back. "Want some clothes? You might catch a cold." She suggested.
"Nah, these are almost dry." I said, sitting on her couch as she sat next to me.
"So who was that guy you were talking to?" She asked me.
"Brian." I replied casually, turning on the television, Supernatural was on.
"Brian? That dude that let you sleep in his house?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Um yeah, I ran into him and he offered me a ride, it's not a big deal." I told her as I watched Jensen Ackles cut off a vampire's head on the television.
"Yeah it is! He's so cute, he probably likes you!" She exclaimed, grinning.
"You jump to conclusions so fast." I smirked.
"Ya never know!" She laughed.
"This time I do, trust me." I stated, faking another smile.
I stayed at Molly's until it was almost dark, I wish I could stay their forever, but I had to go home just like always. I said bye and she hugged me too tight like always, I've never been a hugger, it's too touchy, I don't like physical contact. I stepped outside her house to feel the cold November air cool on my face, I clenched my jaw at the cold, it's been colder than it should be lately. I walked in silence, clutching my bag that was over my shoulder. It was just sunset, the orange sky and the pink clouds looked beautiful, it almost made me forget about my hellish life. I glanced at the houses near my own, perfect picket fences and manicured lawns with flowers planted everywhere. Then I came to a stop in front of my house, with its overgrown weed ridden lawn, the rusty wire fence and the dead rose bush my mother tried planting when they were teenagers. I walked up to the grey dingy door casually, pulling my key out of my bag and unlocking it, opening the door slowly.
I walked into the house to see Karly sat on our ratty old couch, with a cigarette in her hand, drinking whiskey straight from the bottle .
"Oh hey neighborhood slut! Where've you been?" She greeted me, her voice sounded gravely. I grimaced at her words as I walked in.
"I was at Molly's." I stated.
"Yeah right, Ms. Johnson told me she saw you in some man's car driving around." She snapped. I sighed, Ms. Johnson was a stupid cat lady, a teacher at my school and she lived near Molly, she must've seen me in Brian's car.
"So, he your new toy?" She asked me condescendingly.
"He was some big shot rockstar, and he was nice enough to give me a ride, that's it." I stated blatantly. "Where's Richard?" I asked her.
"He's on a fishing trip." She stated, taking a drag. I didn't reply, I just walked silently to my room.
I locked the door behind me, throwing down my bag and taking off my shoes as I laid down on my bed, glancing at the Nirvana poster on the wall near my bed, Kurt Cobain had red hair and he was wearing those signature sunglasses, I smirked at it as I got under the covers. Things were always better when Richard is gone, I usually just don't talk to Karly enough for her to get pissed and everything's okay. Karly doesn't seek conflict like Richard does, so as long as I don't start it, I should be okay for the week. I kept thinking of Brian, how he had asked me out, I wasn't much of a dater, I've never really had more than one other boyfriend, and he dumped me after 7 months, right after He pressured me into putting out. Most of the time guys just want to get in my pants, I'm not worth the trouble of a relationship. It's probably not even a date to Brian, it's probably just his good deed for the day or something. Why would anyone even consider a relationship with me? I don't like relationships, they just cause pain. Brian is a famous guitarist, he probably has a different girl each night, I'm just apart of his game. He could never like me, I'm too damaged, too disturbed, even I don't like myself. I bit my lip as all these thoughts ran through my head, I don't like giving myself time to think but now that its started it won't stop. At least Richard's gone for the week, this way I only have one thing to worry about.
I snapped out of my thoughts to go to bathroom, starting the shower. The water was hot, steam filling the room as I took off my clothes. I did what I needed to do and got out, changing into an over sized Nirvana shirt that my dad gave me when I was a kid. My hair was still wet as I climbed back into bed, bringing the blankets over my body. I remembered what had happened today, when my makeup smeared off and Brian saw the bruise. Part of me wants to believe he actually cared but the other part knows he was just curious, no one ever cares. No one can ever find out, they'll look at me differently, they'll pity me. I don't want people to feel bad for me, its embarrassing that I let this happen. I just couldn't sleep, I wasn't comfortable at all. My thoughts wouldn't leave me alone. I'm so tired all the time, I'm tired of my life, my Aunt, my body, my face, I'm tired of breathing.

Notes

Jane's outfit
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