Disclaimer-I own nothing :(
A/N- This is just a short one-shot I did by request. I'm not quitting Teardrops.
Broken
Four hours, ten minutes, and forty-eight seconds. That's how long its been since I left him. Four measly hours...seemed like a life time.
I told him I didn't love him. I told him he didn't matter. I told him I was finished. I told him Bullshit.
It wasn't meant to hurt him, it was meant to protect me. I was getting too involved. I don't fall! I trip every now and then, but I quickly regain my balance. Love is not something I do. Keep your heart to yourself and it can't get stolen...That's my philosophy.
It's to bad my philosophy sucks, considering he's had it from the moment our eyes locked.
He wasn't like anyone I had been with before, he was different, sweet. Which is exactly why I broke it off. I know better, eventually those sweet words will dissolve into venom.
Its happened too many times before. Boys (men) are boys (men). Their all liars in the end. The bad ones lie to get into your pants and the good ones lie to get in your heart. Liars.
And for some stupid, fucking reason I always fall for the bad ones...except this time.
He was a good one, but a lot of the time those are the worst. The most deceptive.
No, he hadn't lied to me yet, but I could tell it was coming. Everything was going too good. I knew the jackass in him would come out sooner or later. So I just suspected sooner.
He can do better than me anyway, and I sure as hell can do better than him, I mean I'm Brooke Davis! Oh, who am I kidding he was the best guy I've ever met...was, geez now I'm talking like he's dead.
Anyway, putting all that aside I can't help but think I really think I screwed up...big time!
I know this is the safest way to go, but I can't help but wonder if he was the one.
I was (am) crazy about him. I have a stack of notebooks and folders with Lucas Scott, Mrs. Lucas Scott, Brooke Scott, and Brucas scribbled all over them. It's totally eighth grade, I know, but that's just what he did (does) to me.
But now I guess that's all over. I'm stuck here in my room, seventeen years old, balled up on the floor, surrounded by tissues, all because I'm a selfish bitch.
In morality I was trying to protect myself from being hurt, but in reality I'm pretty damn sure this hurts worse than anything he could have done to me.
Maybe if I get on my knees and beg he'll take me back. Maybe if I tell him the truth he'll forgive me...or maybe he'll spit in my face. Maybe he'll realize what a no good whore I am and kick me to the curb...maybe he should.
Maybe I should get my scrawny ass up and find out...but I won't. I don't deserve him, and he doesn't deserve me. He deserves better. He'll eventually find someone who won't screw with his head.
I deserve to live like this...Broken. This is how I'm going to live till the day I die; Loveless, Hopeless, Shameless, and Broken.
Broken into nothing.
Author's Note- Hey guys, I know this is super short, and kinda angsty. It was requested by my friend for her birthday. This is a one-shot! Reviews are lovvved.. The only criticism I want is constructive though. Lots of love- Prettygirlnboyfriend07(aka-Taylor)
P.S.- I used an oth quote.lol. I don't own it I just kinda made it my own, but I give full credit to Mark Schwann.
P.P.S.- Who hates Carry...Meeeee! Grr she made me soo mad. Naley cannot break up their the second best couple one OTH. Brucas being first, obviously. Sorry that was random, but she's a serious bitch!