Broken

One-Terrible Times

Kat felt a cold and hard slap hit her rose red cheek. Tears streamed down her damp face as she took the hits. This was normal, but that didn't erase how painful it was each time. This happened so much that every time Devon walked into a room, she flinched. Nobody knew about this, so all the girls at school claimed Kat was living the dream. After all, she was popular, had the best clothes, and had rich parents. What got her down was pure selfishness. She even had Devon, who was abusive, but handsome. According to him, she was lucky and didn't deserve him. And he was right.

He kept a 'good boy with a bad past' gimmick going for about a year and a half. Just long enough to get Kat attached. He was a master of manipulation. He knew when Kat thought they were in love and twisted everything. No matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't separate from him now. She was dependent on him.

She is dependent on him

Physical pain couldn't match heartbreak for her. He was Kat's first everything and she couldn't stand to just throw it away. A first kiss is one thing. A first boyfriend is one thing. Even the first I love you wasn't a huge deal. No, he took her virginity. Something that she could never learn to get over. She wasn't ready. She was only sixteen when it happened. She didn't consent. He raped her. She remembered it vividly. He shoved her onto her scarlet red and silky bed just to rip the precious thing right from her body. Her sobbing figure felt disgusting and that moment and still does to this day. She felt to sick to go to school the day after and instead stayed at home throwing up. He never apologized for taking advantage of her while he was drunk, but instead paraded her around like a trophy. She wanted to tell someone, ask for help, report him, anything, but she couldn't bring herself to say it. They wouldn't believe her anyways, since Devon was a perfect little angel in their eyes.

Kat needed an escape, so she ate. Some people starve themselves, but Devon told her that she already looked anorexic enough. She never really got obese, but she did gain noticeable pounds. She ate whenever she felt like it, not caring about getting fat.

Cosplay was also an option. Her favorite characters hadn't been through what she had, so while she was them, it never happened. Sometimes she even could relate to them on small scales. Characters with depression while balancing popularity like Heather McNamara were perfect examples of this. It was sort of funny, really, since she wasn't depressed before Devon, even though he was the light of her life.

She soon also became distant from her friends and family. Who needed them when she had Devon? Things escalated and Kat was in serious danger. She learned to hide black eyes with a new hairstyle that Ines showed her a while back. A ribbon red scar also laced the back of her pale neck. It was permanent from the time that Devon threw a an alcohol bottle at her in a drunken rage about Kat not cutting off her friendship with Ines and Ester.

It didn't seem possible for things to get even worse. But with Kat's luck, they did. Devon encouraged Kat to kill herself on the daily. She was useless after all. Just a sacrifice able pawn in this insufferable chess game called life. Nobody loved her. Love was impossible for her. She was to broken to love. People only wanted her for money and sex. Nobody here wanted a healthy and stable relationship, but just materialistic things like money.

Kat felt hopeless and useless to Devon's advances. Each time he took advantage of her, a piece of her heart chipped off. She was shattering and knew she needed to escape. She asked her mother for a plane ticket to anywhere so that she could be a foreign exchange student. They eventually caved and she thanked him tremendously. They scheduled a flight to America on the next Saturday.

Kat ran up to her room and immediately threw some clothes in a pink suitcase with green dots covering it. She decided she could buy some more clothes once down there, so she only packed about fifteen of her favorite casual outfits, six pairs of pajamas, and two pairs of sneakers. Unlike others with wealth at her age, she just wore sketchers, only putting something on her feet costing over three hundred dollars for special occasions. She grabbed her MacBook, iPhone 7+, wireless earbuds, and charging cables as well, sliding them in between stacks of clothes. She wouldn't really need much more, so she snatched about two grand and stuffed it in there. She grabbed her guitar after zipping the bag shut and sat it all in the corner of her room. She then pulled over a shiny, blood red case and opened it up. She turned her head backwards just to wince in pain from the scar. She decided to just stand up and turn around. She got up and went over to her wooden nightstand to see what she had.

A photo frame dazzled in pink and purple Pom Poms glistened near a pink, half full water bottle. It showed a picture of Kat and Devon at an ice cream parlor covered in sunshine and smiles. That was their first date. Kat had been thirsted from happiness since about a year after that. She yearned for a healthy relationship. Something that she'd never have again.

At least to her knowledge

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