Broken ~Roger Taylor

Chapter 17

Hannah POV

*** self harm warning

My heart was broken. Almost four fucking months with this man whore. I couldn't sleep. I only  cried. I heard the door open and Angel walked in.

"Hannah?" She asked. I was in the darkness. "Yes?" I hissed. "Hannah? What's wrong baby girl." She ran to me and hugged me. "Roger happened." I said balling my eyes out. "I thought you guys were gonna fuck?" She said realizing something must of happened. "Apparently I wasn't good enough." Angel took my hand and made me go down

We went to the kitchen and she made us tea. "What do you mean not good enough." Angel said. Quinn walked down stairs. "Guys Stella staying-" she noticed I was crying and gave me a huge hug. "My poor baby Stella told me everything. Some red head basically gave him a hand job." Quinn said as I cried in her arms. Angel's face went from sad to angry. "That son of a mother fucking bitch." She screamed almost throwing the coffee in her hands. "Tomorrow I'm fighting that bitch. No one hurts my baby." She said "Angel no what about Brian?" I felt bad they are so happy together. I don't want her to ruin that. "You're like my sister. Fries before guys remember." She said

"Well it's two in the morning anyways." Stella said coming down the stairs. She looked so tried. "Let me put you in bed." She said sounding like a mother caring for her child. She grabbed my hand and brought me upstairs. She brought me to the bathroom and washed my face. "Hannah remember you're beautiful and any guy would be so lucky to have you." She smiled. We walked to my bedroom.

I got under the covers. "Stella do you really have to baby me?" I rolled my eyes. "I just want you to be okay." She sighed. "Don't hurt yourself okay?" She walked to my door. "Goodnight." She smiled and shut my door.

I hopped out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I shut the door and looked at myself in the mirror. The girl I saw wasn't the same girl I knew hours before. I was broken, fucked up. I lit a cigarette and cried. "What did I do to deserve this lord?" I sat on the floor. I took the cigarette out of my mouth of pressed in on my wrist. I bit my lip because of how unbearable the pain was.

I couldn't stop it though. I smoked at least eight cigarettes. Both of my arms were fucked. Each time I stuck it in my skin I laughed. I couldn't cry so what else could I do?

I must've been in there for a long time because I heard a knock on the door. "Who's in there?" It sounded like Angel.

I grabbed a sweatshirt on the floor and put it on. "Hey Angel." I said opening the door and heading back to my room.

I looked at the clock. "Five thirty? Damn guess I'm staying awake." I sighed.