His Broken Girl Book 2

❦Clair's Point Of View I was lying there in the corner. I had my head in my arms that rested on my legs as I cried my eyes out. I didn't want to live anymore. I hated living here with my foster uncle and his wife. He was a horrible person and she was even more horrible for watching him hurt me over and over again. She never helped me as I cried out for someone to just end my life or take me away from this pain.  I learned years ago to stop feeling things. I had so many scars on me mentally and physically. The only way to end this pain is drugs. Lucky for me I know just the place. I slipped on my jacket making sure to cover up my bruises from the earlier events. I can't let anyone find out or they might ask my uncle about it. He told me if I ever told someone he would kill me. I wanted to die, just not by the hands of my uncle. I jumped out of the window quietly. My uncle lives in a small little house with only two bedrooms. The bedrooms are small but thank God I have my own. I don't want to be any closer to that evil man then I have to be. It's only one floor of the house so it was really easy to climb through my window.  I snuck away from the house trying not to wake them then when I was far enough away I started running. I ran as fast as I could making sure he wasn't chasing me. If I was going to end my life I didn't need him to interfere.  ~~~~~~~~ As soon as I made it to the ugly, creepy, and stinky graveyard I spotted a guy with a black hood on. He was surrounded by a bunch of other people who were drinking and laughing with each other. They all looked very clean and well dressed for some drug dealers. Were they rich drug dealers? Of course they weren't, why would they be in the rusty junkyard if they were. I walked up to the guy. He had his hands in his pocket and was leaning against a rusty car. "Excuse me." I spoke out to the guy with the hoodie. He looks up at me and I notice his eyes. Those dark cold blue eyes.  He had dark brown hair and a scowl on his face. "This isn't a place for girls like you," he says turning away from me. Girls like me! What the hell was that supposed to mean? I crossed my arms and stared at his back. "I'm here for some fentanyl," I say and he turns back to me.  "You know that s**t can kill you right?" he asks with an amused smirk. "Yes, I know." I give him a questioning look. "I see your one of those people." he crosses his arms turning towards me completely. "One of those people?"  "A person that gives up on life when things get hard." He comb his hair through his hair making his hoodie fall off. What the hell. How dare he. He doesn't know me or what I've been through but has the nerve to say I'm just giving up. He was right about one thing. I was giving up. But I've lived through this abuse since I was 6, I can't take it anymore. "Can I just get the drug." I snapped trying not to walk away without them. "Nope." He says "I don't want you to kill yourself today."  "Just go back home and forget about the drugs" He commanded. I couldn't go back. The whole reason I wanted to leave was so I could die. "I-I don't have a home to go back to." I say with a horrified look. I don't know if I was scared because I didn't want to die by the hands of my uncle or because I couldn't die today. I needed those drugs and I was going to stay here until I got them. I sat on the ground with my arms crossed over my chest. I didn't put on a thick jacket so the night breeze frooze my skin. Why did I think it was going to be warm outside? It didn't matter though, I wasn't going back to that horrid place.  He c***s his head to the side with a firm stare. "You're just going to sit here forever?" he laughed like I was the most ridiculous person in the world. "Yes." I glared at him. I couldn't really see anything besides his eyes and hair but I could tell he was good looking. He sighs. "Well I can't give you the drugs and I can't leave you here to freeze." he taps his chin lost in thought.  "Guess I'll just have to let you stay with me until you get your s**t together." he scoffed. I didn't know this jerk at all so why was he offering me a place to stay. A shady drug dealer in the middle of nowhere, Is he trying to kidnap me. "I'm not stupid." I rolled my eyes and stood up on my two feet. "If you want me to get in that car your going to have to force me." I said crossing my arms. Suddenly another guy with a flashlight and a red hoodie on walks up to us. He shines the light on the guy next to me. That's when I realized who he was.... ❦Want more? Subscribe to my p*****n! Link in bio...