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~Broken

Eighteen years old Grace Lopez was Broken. She was constantly abused by a mysterious man. She wore “the mask” to conceal the tears she was forced to shed from the pains afflicted on her. she feels isolated and left out by her parents. She craves for attention but her parents were so busy traveling round the world for business trips. She found her thrill in men and in that moment she feel more alive. Grace was endlessly hunted by nightmares that sneaks up on her every night. She lost the love of her life in a dreadful manner and since then she swore not to love again. Her love for writing and listening to music made her stayed sane She got into college far away from home but it only took time for the mysterious man to find her again. She was finally noticed by this young handsome man who could see through her pain just by staring at her eyes. He couldn’t help but to fight for her. She tried to stay away from him so that history won’t repeat itself again from her past. But the young man won’t stop till he gets what he wants . Could she let go of her past and fight her demons while she lets herself find love again or is she going to let her demons destroy her completely?

Oreofe_Majaro · Teen
Not enough ratings
24 Chs

Chapter 2

"You' re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness. "

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Twilight' s alarm clock rang out, and I sat up to reach out for my hoof, pressing its top and shutting off the rattling bells, then bringing the clock over to look at the time. With a roll and a smile, I leaped out of bed. I briefly checked on my phone for any messages and there was none I decided to send a message to my parents about my admission.

I dropped my phone and walked into the bathroom to shower. I wish I could wash away all of the dark memories lingering around me.The water pours down, it drips by my side, as my mind fades into dullness and everything was a foggy illusion. The sensation of the steamy water calms me; it takes my mind off things. All the things I honestly don't t care about. My mind swirls and it' s like I was standing under an everlasting waterfall. Ever so beautiful, but it can never last, I know that now.

After having my bath, I wore my white lace bra with my black crop top and a black skimpy skirt. I bond my hair into a ponytail, making me look like a baby doll. I picked up my phone, in an attempt to call my Best friend, to inform her about my school and I was sure she was gonna be happy for me.

I walked down the street, to go to my secret place, where I seek peace and quietness. The place was full of flowers and abundant fresh air, that blows all my worries away. It was like a beautiful garden, or should I rather call it a garden?

The smell of honeysuckle rules most of the time - it' s heavy, overpowering fragrance conquers all the other scents in the garden - except the old fashion mock orange whose citrus notes compete and at times, overpower or combine so well with the honeysuckle that was hard to tell which is which.

I sat down among the beautiful flowers that smell very nice, listening to my favorite song.

I just want to be beautiful

I go unnoticed, I know no limits

I crave attention, I praise an image

I pray to be sculpted by the sculptor Oh, I don't see the light that's shining Deeper than the eyes can find it Maybe you all made me blind So I try to cover up my pain and cut my woes away 'Cause cover girls don't cry after their face is made

I walk around the garden as I was singing the song again. The song motivates me in every way possible way.

I have a dream to be envy, so I'm starving

You know, cover girls eat nothing

I say 'beauty is pain and there's beauty in everything

"What's a little bit of hunger? I could go a little while longer,

I don't see myself perfect, I don't understand I Worth it

Or that beauty goes deeper than the surface, oh, oh

So to all the girls, that's hurting, let me be your mirror

Help you see a little bit clearer the light that shines within.

My eyes were closed and my lips were following with the rhythm while my soul pours out it venom poisoning it. I hate to say it but I was fucked up beyond repair. My whole life was mostly full of sad days, started when I was a kid. Now I'm a grown-ass woman and still lost in this world.

Mum: Hey! Baby girl, your daddy and I are coming back to America on Monday. We love you❤️

I tried making a mashed red potato but end up creating a total disaster. I really suck at cooking. Anna, who was assigned to cook and make the house clean, she was always doing all the cooking and I never tried to learn from her. Now See where this as gotten me to. I don't even know how to fry eggs or bake pancakes.

Ding! dong!

I heard the doorbell, so I ran towards it. "Omg! You're here!"I exclaimed with so much joy evident in my voice Since I was excited to see her. She was carrying small luggage and in her other hand, she had ice cream and pizza. A big smile appeared on my face. She knows I'm not a great cook so she decided to play along.

" Wow! You've managed not to burn the whole house. How great!" She said sarcastically.

"Just shut the hell up! Bitch!"

I told her about my admission and she had to bring her craziness along with her. Woo! Woo! Piper barked at us. I literally forgot we had a company in the house. Piper is my little dog I keep around. I scoop her up in my arms while she licked my face. "Hey, buddy! " Joanna robbed her head while pipper closes her eyes to the feeling. She likes when someone plays with her.

"Babe don't even try it!" She was gonna use my favorite cup to take her ice cream.

"It just a cup!" She said with a puppy face that doesn't seem to work for me. She never gives up.

"Says who?"

"Says me!"

I walked up to her and pulled the cup away from her and she was stunned for a moment before she gained back her stability. A dirty smirk playing on my face.

"You're evil!" She sneered

"I'm picking the movie this night" I bellowed.

"No way!" She snapped.

"I told you already, " I said, glaring.

Girls with their lot of drama though.

"Well I wasn't' t listening, was I!" she said.

"Apparently not, " I replied.

We went on and on about who was gonna chose the movie. We end up playing rock paper scissors and I lost.

Now we are watching fifty shades of grey for the hundredth time.