The Bad Boys Saved her

Chapter one ~ Welcome to my World

Brookes POV

"Get the fuck off of me" I scream as I try to stop my drunken father from hitting me in the face once again. "DON'T SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT" he screamed back at me. He grabbed me by my hair causing me to shriek. I try to pry his hands off of my hair but he kept dragging me down the stairs to the basement. I start to panic, last time he dragged me to the basement I wasn't able to walk or go to school for 4 days because the bruises were so bad. "Dad please stop, I'm sorry I won't sass you again please don't do this." tears start rolling down my face making my vision go blurry. "Maybe this will teach you a lesson" he spits in my face. He throws me against a wall and I hear a crack in my back. I landed on my side and was unable to move. He starts to kick me all over, the last thing I remember is him screaming at me and blood clouding my vision.

*Next Morning*

I wake up in the dark and dim basement unable to move. Blood was all over my clothes and face and it covered the basement floor. Everytime I time I tried to move a jolt of pain would erupt in my back. I felt my phone buzz in the back pocket of my jeans, I pulled it out and realized that I was going to be late for school. I used all my strength to pull myself of the cold floor and made my way slowly up the basement stairs. I checked the living room to see my dad sleeping on the couch with drugs and beer bottles all over the floor. I slowly make my way up to my room and step into my bathroom. I strip down to my bra and underwear and look at myself in the mirror and at the bruises and blood that cover my body. I take the rest of my undergarments off and climb into the shower washing the blood of my body. I get out of shower and put my clothes on. I went and brushed my teeth, I looked at the bruises on my face that were starting to turn black. I went to cover them with makeup and realized I ran out of it. "Shit" I search everywhere for anything to cover my bruises. "Looks like im wearing my hair down today" I said to myself as a grabbed my bag and rushed out of the house. School is about a mile from my house so I decide to walk since my dad doesn't give a shit about me and won't buy me a car.

*Arriving at school*

I walk into school and the whispers were already starting. "What a bitch" "slut" "whore" "I heard she slept with the whole soccer team". I tried not to listen as I walk toward my locker. I don't know what I did to deserve this, It all started with Grace and her little minions. It was the first day of school freshmen year and I accidently tripped Grace when I dropped my books. She fell and face planted and everyone laughed at her. Since that day she has done everything she could to torture me. I put my books in my locker and closed it just in time for the daily show. Everyone grew silent as the doors to the school opened and everyone moved out of the way as the most popular and badass boys entered the hallway.

I kept my head down as they started walking down the hallway. The 6 bad boys, Clay, Dean, Hunter, Ryan, and Blake, the self centered jackass's that rule the school. Blake is the player of the school and the one who gets in the most trouble. He has probably slept with half of the school. Next there are Hunter and Ryan the jokesters of the school, they pull the best pranks of the school and seem nice but are still assholes. Then there is Clay, he keeps to himself and always seems depressed and always has a cold look on his face. Lastly there is Dean the head of their group. He is the most secretive and he like Clay keeps to himself. A lot of rumors go around school saying he has killed multiple people and that the boys are in some sort of gang and have tattoos. The point is that everyone keeps their distance and no dares mess with them. As they pass by my locker I look up to see Dean looking straight at me, I panic slamming my locker shut and rushing away from them only to run into Grace and her minions. "Watch it bitch" she screams as Grace pushes me into the lockers causing me to scream in pain as I land on my bruised side. I look up to see that everyone is looking at what just happened including the 6 boys. Tears start forming in my eyes from the pain as I hurry and get up of the ground and rush out of the hallway into the bathroom.

As I look at myself in the mirror I break down. "Why am I so ugly, everyone hates me, maybe I should just die then everything will just end." I reached into my bag and grab a razor blade from my wallet. I roll up my sleeve and start to cut, I couldn't do it anymore I needed to release the pain. "Ow" I hissed as I cut a little too deep. I clean my cuts and rush off to class. The bell had already rung and I didn't want to be humiliated even more today by being late to class. I was running through the halls not looking where I was going and ran into what I thought was a wall. I dropped all my books in the process. "I'm so sorry" I said while picking up my books. I almost fainted when I looked up and saw Dean freaking Sanchez standing right in front of me. He grabbed my wrist pulling as a gasped in pain from my recent cuts. He must of noticed my pain because he immediately let go and looked at me with a concerned look. "Are you okay, did I hurt you" he rushed out as he observed my arm. I was in shock "Why would you care" I said as I yanked my arm away from him but not before he saw my cuts. Once again I stood in shock as I watched Deans reaction when seeing my cuts. It was like I was watching his reaction in slow motion his face went from cold stare to a concerned look in just seconds. "What happened, why did you-" "Just leave me alone okay, go back to laughing at me and not give a shit about anyone" I said as I turned around and ran the other way. I left Dean Sanchez in the middle of a hallway with a shocked and troubled look. I arrived at my class 20 minutes late. I thought of how my day could not get any worse so I gathered up some courage and opened that door.