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4

Breaking Point

Everyone has a breaking point. Everyone has a different limit. Some people are easier to break than others. I think that I have reached my breaking point. I had gotten us a cab ride back to Jacey's house. Luckily Jacey's family wasn't home to ask any questions.

"Where are we?" Jacey asked in a slurred voice.

"At your house." I said.

"Wow! That was fast!" Jacey said in a high pitched voice. I set her on her bed.

"Just get some rest Jace." I whispered. As soon as her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep. I should have called the police by now. Those two were probably telling all their friends about doing it with a few eighth graders. I shivered at the thought. I still wanted to call the police but I had to make sure Jacey was okay first. I took a pillow and laid down on the floor. I closed my eyes and tried to rid my mind of tonight's events.

I woke to the sound of a door opening. Someone tapped my forehead.

"Wakey wakey Sammy." Jacey was smiling down at me. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a bathrobe. I sat up and looked at her.

"What?"

"Do you remember what happened last night?" I asked. She smiled.

"Yeah! Oh yeah! I didn't tell you. I had sex with Kyle freaking Stoltz." She said with a huge smile on her face. I just stared at her. Did she not remember or was she just messing with me?

"Kyle Stoltz. I had sex with him!" I couldn't believe it.

"No, Jacey." I took her hand.

"He raped you." I said softly. Jacey pulled her hand back and frowned at me.

"I had sex with the hottest guy in our school Sam. You can be a little excited for me."

"What the hell is wrong with you, Jace?" She looked at me in shock.

"He drugged your fucking drink. Pulled you into a van, stripped off your clothes and raped you!" Jacey folded her arms and glared at me.

"No, Kyle wouldn't do that."

"Look, he did, okay? Nathan tried to do the same with me! He tried to drug and rape me."

"You're lying." Jacey snapped.

"Why the hell would I lie?"

"Because you're just jealous that Kyle chose me and not you!"

"Kyle is an asshole Jacey! He raped you!" She didn't respond. I walked over to her phone and picked it.

"We need to call the police." Jacey slammed the phone down.

"Get out of here Sam." She whispered. She kept her eyes down.

"I can't believe you." I said. She didn't say anything.

"Fine." I grabbed all of my stuff.

"Go ahead then. Go ahead and fuck every guy out there. Let them use you like Kyle used you last night! Just know that I won't be there when you need help. I'm done with this shit." I slammed the door behind me and never looked back.

I had gone home to clean up before heading to school. I am so used to going with Jacey but today was different. I was alone. Walking through the hallways, making my way through the crowd was daunting. Everyone towered over me. Suddenly I wasn't Samantha Dutton the Slut. I was nobody. I was nothing. Walking through the crowd in the school hallway I see Jacey. Smiling and laughing Kara Johanson. She hates Kara. Why the hell is she talking to her? I grip my books tightly and walk past them. Then I see Kyle and Nathan. I freeze and almost drop my books. They're laughing and talking to their friends. Jacey sees them too. She walks up to Kyle and kisses him full on the mouth. He lifts her up and grabs her ass in the middle of the hall. Everyone is staring and pointing by now.

So many emotions were bubbling inside of me at this point. Anger, fury, betrayal. I was shaking. I turned on my heel, walking away from my ex-best friend.

"What's with you and Jacey?" Natasha Lori asked. I rolled me eyes.

"Nothing." I mumbled. Natasha sighed.

"Listen, I'm having a party tomorrow. Will you come?" How could I even think about going to another party after what happened last night? And then I saw Jacey with Kyle again. They were making out on her desk. I just wanted everything to disappear.

"I'll be there."

The house was dark when I opened our front door. I dropped me bag on the ground and tossed my shoes into the closet. A light was flicked and I heard some sizzling.

"Surprise!" My mom came in with a pink frosted cupcake with a sparkler in it. She had a blue and green party hat on her head. She looked like she got some sleep. Her green eyes were bright and she had a big smile on her face. I laughed. It's my 14th birthday. I had forgotten.

"Thanks mom." She took my hand and sat me down in the kitchen.

"Make a wish, sweetie." I wished that I had a different life. A better life. I blew out the sparkler.

"Where's dad?" I asked. Mom shrugged.

"Out... somewhere." It was just the two of us eating our cupcakes. I wish there were more times like these. Quiet, peaceful... feeling free and alive. I wish I could feel like this all the time. The front door opened and then it was it was slammed shut. My mom flinched. She had the look in her eyes again. That look of fear. My dad stumbled in with a bottle of beer in his hand. He looked at both of us.

"Well, look who has a birthday today." He said in a slurred voice. I didn't reply.

"Who gives a fuck? Nothing special anyway."

"Mark..." He chugged some more beer.

"Fuck this!" He yelled. He hit my hand and my cupcake fell to the ground in a pink mess. I never understood why my father started drinking. After that whole disagreement with his boss, he came home and hugged my mother. They talked for some time and then he put his hands on my shoulders and looked me in the eyes;

"Listen Sammy, things are going to be different."

I was ten. Back then he looked much different. He was a different man who cared for his family. A man trying to fix his mistakes.

"What do you mean daddy?" I asked him. He sighed and rubbed his head.

"Daddy made a mistake." He whispered to me. "But I promise you, I will make this right. I will fix it. I promise."

He promised he'd fix it and he didn't. I just stared at that cupcake. It was like his promise. It has fallen to the ground and now there's nothing left but pieces.

He threw the beer bottle across the room and it shattered into pieces against the wall. Tears rolled down my mother's cheeks. He was breathing heavily. I tried to keep my hands from shaking. I just kept staring at that cupcake.

He walked out of the room without another word. My mother sobbed. I took her hands and pulled her into my embrace. I was still looking at that stupid cupcake. Why do I... and the people I love... care for other people who treat us like we're nothing? I loved my dad once. Now I don't even recognize him. Jacey left me... I am completely alone. My mom still lives with a man who breaks her heart every day. Why do we do this to ourselves? I don't understand. I see that pink cupcake.

Happy birthday to me.