Broken: Part 1
Summary: A broken girl needs the love of a different sort of family. Can
time heal her broken spirit? Who will end up healing her?
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters that were in the movie The
Fast and the Furious, though I thoroughly wish I did. However this story
was created in my mind and mine alone so please do not take anything from
here. But let it inspire you.... I guess???
Thanks please review this is my very first story. I'll see if I write any
more from the reactions bc you know who would want to read a crappy story?
Rated R: Mild graphic violence and harsh language
Written by: LilBabyPenguin
Email: RespectiveTears@hotmail.com
"You stupid little bitch! What's wrong with you? Huh? I asked what the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck is this bullshit you bring home? You expect me to be happy about this, about you? Don't be so fucking funny?"
My mother's angry words soon turn from verbal to physical cruelties. My whole being screams for release for the pain to stop. Why can't she love me, why won't poppa do anything? Please someone help me but I can't do anything but take the pain. I beg for forgiveness I tell them, "Please momma, poppa I'll be so much better. I'll come home right away, I promise I'll do better in school. Please....Please." But I get no pity I am a disgrace to my parents, I'm not the valedictorian, I am not beautiful and most importantly I'm not good enough for them. I'm left crying, a heap of blood and bruises, nothings broken but there's so much pain, so much grief in my tired soul. I'm so tired now. I think I'll just rest a bit on the kitchen floor here.
God... I'm so cold. I must have fallen asleep here. God I can't take this any more, I can't live like this anymore. God help me. I want to kill myself, I'm so tired of all of this, everything, even the little things. I should at least say good bye shouldn't I to the one person in this world who would ask me how I feel, to even ask my name...
"Mia..."
"You stupid little bitch! What's wrong with you? Huh? I asked what the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck is this bullshit you bring home? You expect me to be happy about this, about you? Don't be so fucking funny?"
My mother's angry words soon turn from verbal to physical cruelties. My whole being screams for release for the pain to stop. Why can't she love me, why won't poppa do anything? Please someone help me but I can't do anything but take the pain. I beg for forgiveness I tell them, "Please momma, poppa I'll be so much better. I'll come home right away, I promise I'll do better in school. Please....Please." But I get no pity I am a disgrace to my parents, I'm not the valedictorian, I am not beautiful and most importantly I'm not good enough for them. I'm left crying, a heap of blood and bruises, nothings broken but there's so much pain, so much grief in my tired soul. I'm so tired now. I think I'll just rest a bit on the kitchen floor here.
God... I'm so cold. I must have fallen asleep here. God I can't take this any more, I can't live like this anymore. God help me. I want to kill myself, I'm so tired of all of this, everything, even the little things. I should at least say good bye shouldn't I to the one person in this world who would ask me how I feel, to even ask my name...
"Mia..."