Broken

Chapter 3

Hold Me tight

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"Zoe honey where are you," I heard Ms. Marks shout from downstairs.

"In here!" I shouted getting up from my sitting position. I was currently watching Spongebob since I had finished packing my suit case.  I reached the bottom steps and noticed Ms. Marks brought us some subway. I squealed in excitement since I haven't eaten the whole day. It might seem weird how I seem all okay knowing I got a massive beating from my mother, but I've grown immune to the pain which is why I'm fearless. My biggest fear has already come true and that was losing my parents. I might have not lost them physically, but mentally and emotionally I've lost them.  It's been nine years since they've ever reached out to me. I'm glad I tend to heal faster now all I have to do is the usual routine, which is hide the marks and bruises.

"I bought you a six inch, Italian bread with American cheese followed by chicken breast, celontro, mayo, mustard, and last but not least I included something you'll figure out."

I was curious so I unwrapped my sandwhich and figured it out by one sniff. My mouth watered and I didn't waist anytime to take a big bite out of it. I was in heaven because this sandwhich was out of this world. I might be exaggerating right now, but in my defense it is the first meal I eat since my mother wouldn't feed me or even let me eat.

"You must really love subway,"She commented unwrapping hers. I nodded rapidly and finished my sub.

"You know bacon is the perfect ingredient to a killer sub,"i stated proudly.

"Yeah, yeah weirdo. We all know the perfect ingredient will always be onions," She remarked making me gag. We're completely different when it comes to food since I don't like onions in most of my food and she hates Bacon. I smiled at her sassy remark to contradict my statement but we all know mostly anyone who's human loves bacon.

"Yea right. I'll believe that when it starts raining cats and dogs," I responded standing up and throwing away my trash. She gasped in a dramatic tone and looked out the window then looked at me with a smirk across her face.

"It's raining so I'll take it as a sign saying Onions are better1"She howled walking toward the living room.

"But-but... I said cats and dogs so it does not-

"It's close enough," She complained. I smiled at her childish behavior and put my hands up in surrender. She smiled at me and hugged me before saying her goodbye's since she had to go back to school. I really do not want to be home, but I can't go out.  Hmm I wish I had a phone to text my friends, but I don't necessarily need technology. Well I do, but what I'm trying to say is I can write them letters. Well I could but I'm feeling lazy right now. Maybe i'll just draw something... Yeah! I should since Brandon's birthday is coming up. Hmm..  but I want a meaningful picture we both took. Oh I know! I still have the picture from when we first met in eighth grade. Now we're sophomores so we met almost three years ago. I hope he'll like it because we'll I like him-but in a friendly way. He's someone important to me and if he were to walk out of my life it will just tear me apart. He's given me a reason to stand strong. A lot of people have misjudged him for who he is, but the real Brandon is a tender and comprehensive guy. He is different from anyone I have met and he has something that I don't. He has a plan and goals in life that he hopes to reach and will do whatever it takes to get there. His will is as big as his ego which by the way is exaggerated. It's funny when he's cocky because I tend to put him down and he just crosses his arms over his chest and pout like a four year old who did not get what he wanted. Unlike Brandon though I have no clue what I want to do with my life. All I'm trying to do is pass all my classes and go with the flow. I don't even know what I want to become or if I will be able to go to college. In these situations I wished I had my parents who would help me figure something out but I should be use to making my own choices and figuring things by myself. I love Ms. Marks but I don't want to keep bothering her.