Lahat ng Kabanata ng BROKEN:A BULLY ROMANCE: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Without thinking, I took off running, but it was pointless because they caught up to me. Dylan pulled me by my hair into the closest empty classroom, followed by Tom and James, and no matter how loud I screamed, no one came to help.I was knocked to the ground by Dylan, who then pulled up my hood and tank top while James and Tom held me down. However, because I was screaming, he first stuffed my face towel in my mouth. Unable to move, I watched in horror as he removed the lit cigarette from Tom's mouth and drew it dangerously close to my skin, where I could feel the stub's heat. I tried to get free but they held on even tighter, pushing me to the ground. Dylan then placed the cigarette stub against my skin; I screamed but my screams were muffled by the towel in my mouth. He moved the stub from one spot to another on my abdomen; I cried because that was all I could do. This torture continued for another ten minutes before they finally released me.The boys just laughed their asses off

So, while looking for places outside of Mikey's radar, I discovered a small town called Anwood, where their high school had a basketball scholarship for me and their junior school was ideal for Shane and their fees were reasonable.I sold the house Uncle George left us and left New York a week after we received the necessary documents for our new life in Anwood, with enough money in my bank account to last us until we got settled and I found a job in Anwood.Shane didn't ask many questions about why we were leaving New York because he liked the idea of moving to a new town. I guess New York held a lot of painful memories for him and me, so we'd just like to leave everything behind and start over in Anwood, where no one knows who we are.Present day…I unloaded our belongings from the car before waking Shane. We then proceed to ask the woman standing outside the building for directions to the superintendent's office. Based on her casual attire and the fact that she was smoking in front

I couldn't believe I was going to the same school as her. I was excited to see her again, but I didn't show it. I sat beside her and said nothing while listening to Mr Hunter's announcements, but after a few minutes of talking rubbish, he left, and then some idiot said something rude from the back of the class"Are you deaf, or do you simply choose not to speak?" The idiot asked mockingly, causing his friends to laugh, but I didn't even acknowledge him, let alone answer his question; instead, I pulled out pride and prejudice and began reading, ignoring everyone around me, but I caught my little waitress sneaking glances at me, which made me feel quite smug.Then I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see some guys standing beside my table."You know it's rude to ignore people, new kid," the guy said, and I recognized his voice; it was the idiot from before, so I didn't bother looking up and acknowledging him or his friends.But then he grabbed my book, ripping it slightly before tos

Mr. Olsen, the English teacher, assigned us a poem as an assignment that we were to present in front of the class. I didn't like giving presentations; it wasn't that I was afraid of being on stage; I just don't like talking in front of people. Mr Olsen listened as everyone took turns reciting their poem aloud, Dylan and his friends didn't bother doing the assignment, I never liked guys like them because they think because they are rich, they can do whatever they want, it pisses me off.Athena and I were the last to present, so she took the stage first. She stood up and walked to the front of the class, holding her poem. I noticed that her gaze never left the ground as she began reading her poem to the class.I just stared at her when she was finished because I knew that poem meant a lot to her because I could see it in her eyes. She looked up and around the classroom, observing her classmates' expressions. Then that idiot fucker had to open his mouth and ruin her moment."Way to make e

Today marks the fifth anniversary of my parents' deaths. On this day five years ago, our parents died, and Shane lost his ability to speak. Even after five years, the image of Shane hooked up to machines haunts my dreams. Every year on this day, I was in a bad mood, so I rarely did anything except visit their grave. I went over to Shane's room to see if he was awake. I found him sitting on his bed with his hands over his face, and when he looked up to acknowledge me, I noticed he was crying.I rushed over to him. "Are you all right, Shane?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed beside him and pulling him into a hug. I rubbed my hand down his back, trying to comfort him, but he continued to cry for thirty minutes before stopping."Hey buddy, can you tell me what's going on? You're making me worried," I asked quietly, but he looked away as if trying to avoid my question. "I need to know what's going on, Shane. Please tell me," I insisted."Why didn't I just die with them that day, Leo