Alone I'm Broken, But With You I'm Complete [ A Paul love and Imprint story]

Chapter 3 How it started

"Kate…y…To…m,I,I -" I was speechless, I couldn't believe it, I trusted them they knew how hard it was, I couldn't believe them.

" Rachel, please listen to me this is not what it looks like, he forced me to, you've got to trust me Rach, he forced me, please you have to believe me" she told me desperate for me to believe her.

"I,I, Katy I can't believe you would do this we are so not friends anymore, I hate you I, I" I told her as I looked over where she lied only covered in her top half by part of the thin threaded blanket. " I thought you were my friend"

" No, am your friend, I am I -"

"I,I- " I couldn't get the words out. Tom turned to me reaching his arms out as if coming to me for a hug and rubbing his lips together "don't touch me, don't we are so over Tom, just don't" I told him sternly, I was on the verge of tears as I made my way to the dorm room door "am never speaking to either of you to again"

"Rachel, wait" Tom shouted.

I ignored him, but he griped my arm really hard, an it hurt.

"Let go of me" I couldn't help but let a tear fall.

"No, not until you listen to me" His grip got tighter.

"Your hurting me, please just let go" Tears were streaming down my face like a waterfall by now.

"Not until you listen"

"Let her go Tom" Katy told him trying to help me, luckily she was dressed in her clothes.

"No, stay out of this Katy, Rach stop moaning and listen to me, okay" He said honestly, but pushing me with a hard force against the wall, when he said the last word.

" Okay" I said fear written in my voice.

"Good, so this is how its going to play out, you're going to forgive me or else and nobody is going to know about what just happened with me and Katy, and will go back on with life just how it used to, or else" he said with a lot of vermin at the end of it. I nodded terrified of what he would do to me, if I didn't. Even though I felt like a right wimp, not able to stand up to him, but I just couldn't, it was perfetic I know, I know, trust me.

                                                                 END OF FLASHBACK

That was how it started with Tom, stupid Tom. I had found out that there were quite a threw girls he had done it with before Katy, some…emm were forced is a nice way of saying it, some not they were just happy to do it.

Anyhow, that was when the abuse started, before it got deadly. Katy and me never really got as close as before. I know he properly did force her, but she had done other things that offended and also effected me, it was very sad because for the rest of the year it was awkward and we were both lonely, or more loners.

I looked around the room, which was exactly the same as it used to be. When me and Becky shared the room, before we both went our separate ways. We looked similar which was hard for us, but not because we didn't want to look like each other, but because of how much we looked like our mother, which no one ever forgot to remind us about, which literally killed us inside. We both had her chocolate brown eyes, with wavy black hair, the only difference for Becky was that she didn't inherit her other face features she inherited dad's face features. Were as for me, the only thing in her face features I didn't get was her nose. It hunted me every time I looked at myself in a mirror, in any damn MIRROR, all I saw was her happy cheerful smiling face. Not only that when ever I did something that she did people would say things like

"Your so like your mother" or

"That's the way your mother would of acted" or

" Just like her mother"

"Defiantly Sarah Black's daughter" the list could go on for eternally, people would always say a lot of my personality was like her, or

"That one came from your mother"

Which was one of the many reasons, why it became all too much in my old small home town Lu Push.

Our old room had the paint colour red on the wall, that was nearly peeled off from all the years it had been there. There were two twin beds one each on the oppist sides of the walls across from each other, both with a battered old thin red duvet and pillow. There were small, round, tables next to the bed, one with my alarm clock the other empty. with a wooden wardrobe in the corner, and in the other corner is a dark brown desk chair, with a blue swing chair to go with it. Next to my bed were my unpacked.

My bed creaked as I got up off my bed quietly as to not wake the others up. I searched through my bag to find my purple brush, to brush my hair as it had gone crazy in the night like it always does. Then I put on a pair of underwear, light blue jeans, with a light blue thin shirt. Then I tiptoed into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and tried to avoid looking in the mirror. When I finished I got cold water from the tap and splashed it on my face. While doing it I made the mistake of looking forward into the round, chipped, mirror, forcing me too see my haunting refection so similar to hers. Which made me want to cry, her words in my dream that were full of hatred echoed in my head.

"It's all your fault" it kept saying like it was on a tape that kept playing endlessly.

I wiped the tears that had begun to fall down my face after ages just standing there. I finally tore my eyes away from the mirror, and made my way towards the kitchen to start cooking breakfast for everyone. After 10 minutes of looking around in the kitchen cupboard, I eventually realized we were out of a lot of food and other supplies we needed. Eventually I came to a conclusion to go shopping and to leave a note on the fridge, incase they got up and wondered were I was.

Dad/Jacob

Gone out to the shops, to get supplies and food we need. I'll be back soon.

Rachel

The shops were further along then I remembered, since I ended up passing first beach. Which made me pretty sure I was either lost or had gone to far, since am positive I wasn't supposed to go that far.

"Ouch" I said as I fell over, because I hadn't looked were I was going and had bumped into something hard and solid. I looked up to find that I had bumped into a man, actually…maybe a boy. You see he looked in his late twenties, but I couldn't be sure if he was a man or not, since he looked a lot like Jake and people think the same of Jake, unless they knew him. His hair looked like it had been cropped short like Jake with the same jet black hair, he was bored shouldered like Jake and again and well over 6 feet." Sorry, I wasn't watching were I was going"

" Well watch it will you, you have eyes don't you" he told me with an angry but irritating voice as if he was never happy or satisfied.

I got up clumsily and glared at the guy who the hell did he think he was " Idiot"

He looked at me angrily and then changed as if he was suddenly in a daze, his eyes were so beautiful, a beautiful silver looking colour.

I wasn't going to let it affect me thou, oh gosh no, I glared and walked off with his confused eyes following after me.

I hope you like it and I tried to make it how Paul would react. Sorry for any mistakes with the vocabulary, please, please comment .