บททั้งหมดของ Shy: บทที่ 191 - บทที่ 200

Brooklyn walked into the girls toilets and met Sasha, Alice and Violet."What time do you call this, girl?" Sasha asked, checking her imaginary watch. "I'm assuming you and Harry didn't just talk."Brooklyn sent a look to Sasha but didn't say anything. She walked over to the mirror and scrunched her face up. "It's going to bruise," she pouted. "That's going to look great for the party.""Violet can do wonders with makeup," Sasha said. "We'll sort it tomorrow.""Her ring scratched me," Brooklyn said and gingerly touched the red area on her face."I can't believe she slapped you," Violet murmured and passed Brooklyn a tissue."Thanks," Brooklyn said and wet the tissue and wiped the dried blood from her face."Your back is red," Violet said and Sasha jumped off the side where she was sitting and stood behind Brooklyn."You're bleeding," Sasha said. "Stacy is such a bitch! I can't believe she did this!""Is it bleeding badly?" Brooklyn asked."You picked a bad day to wear white," Alice ca

"Yep," Brooklyn nodded and fumbled with the door handle and got out of Josh's car. Josh walked round and held his hand out for Brooklyn to take.She stared at it for a few moments and covered up her not wanting to touch him by smiling cheekily and walking ahead with a slight skip to her step."Ah, rejected!" Josh called and Brooklyn was glad to hear him laugh. Josh caught up with Brooklyn and they met up with Sasha, Alice, Violet, Jasper and Tyler on the way up to the house."It's so busy already and it's only early," Violet said."Then let's get inside before all the good drink goes," Sasha said.Music was pounding when the group entered the house. There was a thin layer of smoke in the house and bodies were everywhere. Brooklyn grabbed Sasha's hand as she seemed to know where she was going and within seconds they ended up in a large kitchen filled with bottles and bottles of alcohol."Ooh, wine," Brooklyn said and grabbed a red cup and filled it up with an expensive white wine. Alic

"Kal will tell them," Harry said and guided Brooklyn through the house, acting like a shield for Brooklyn.Brooklyn took a long breath when they got outside. It was nice to breath fresh air instead of smokey, sweaty, hot air.Harry's hand went to the small of Brooklyn's back and they walked down the path and across the road to Harry's car. He opened the door for Brooklyn and helped her in. He then reached over and secured her seatbelt.Brooklyn rubbed her eyes and kicked off her shoes. Harry slid into the drivers seat and turned the engine on."Cold?" He asked and Brooklyn nodded. "The alcohol must be wearing off if you're cold," he said and turned the heater up."Damn," she murmured as Harry reversed out of his parking spot and drove away from the party. "I'm hungry," she said randomly."We can stop and get some food," Harry said."I haven't got any money.""Don't worry about it," Harry said dismissively."But-""Don't worry about it, babe," Harry repeated and within a few minutes th

"Bullshit! You lie constantly about your feelings because you're fucking scared and have never felt this way before! Just deal with it, Brooklyn! It's different! Fucking accept it! It's not like you hate what you're feeling!" Harry shouted and rose to his feet."I want to hate it!" Brooklyn yelled, standing up to face him. "You're an ass! Everyone at school is scared at you and I have bitches coming up and slapping me because they think I'm using you! I try and avoid you, but it never fucking works because it's like I'm drawn to you in a way I can't explain and it scares me! I don't want to accept it!""Why the fuck not?" Harry snapped."I've just told you why!" Brooklyn exclaimed."Being scared isn't an explanation!" Harry yelled. "We had sex. That is a fucking big deal to you, but now you're going to go back to ignoring me, like it never happened! Don't be a bitch, Brooklyn! Just stop running away!""I'm a bitch? I'm a bitch because I'm scared!" Brooklyn gasped. "I was raped Harry!

Thunder woke Brooklyn and she shot up in bed, her eyes wide.She grabbed her phone and checked the time. 6:30. She yawned and rubbed her eyes. Another crash of thunder made her jump and she closed her eyes. When she had been taken by the man who abused and raped her, it had thundered the majority of the time.She couldn't hear thunder without being reminded of that torturous week.Brooklyn turned on some music and blasted it loudly, trying to drown out the storm. She was home alone, which made her more nervous. Her aunt and uncle had already left for work and Brandon had left the night before to stay round a friend's house.Brooklyn hummed to the music and got in the shower. She showered quickly and dressed in ripped skinny jeans and an oversized purple jumper. Her hair was in curls all over the place and she didn't even try to contain them as she knew the rain would only make them worse."Jesus, Mary and Joseph," she gasped when a loud crash made the floor shake slightly. Brooklyn to