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Broken
Season 1
Episode 4
The rest of my day was filled with policeman knocking on our front door and asking questions we hardly had answers to. I couldn't get it passed me that just yesterday I spoke to my brother,just yesterday he was annoying me. My brothers 4 years younger then I am, his always been the popular kid, always partying but his always been smart.
I couldn't even come to imagine what he did to end up where he is today. His never been in trouble , I just couldn't figure out WHY.
My parents were taking his death devastatingly hard and I just couldn't cope. I called Jim and he wouldn't answer, so I got into my car and drove to his place. I knocked on the door and his mother answered, the look on her face was that of a missionary seeing a ghost for the first time.
She told me I shouldn't be there and asked me to leave. Just then Jim came to the door, he told his mum to leave and invited me in. I sat at the kitchen table and poured my heart out to him, the whole time I was speaking he just looked at me...A look that seemed so empty yet so full of lust. I brushed it off and kept speaking, Jim then grabbed me and kissed me, I tried to pull away but I got sucked in.
I eventually pushed him away and told him he shouldn't, he looked at me and said that everything was going to be ok. Through all the sorrow I was feeling , I felt as if I was falling in love with him, it took just one kiss to make me realise my feelings but something in my gut told me not to make myself vulnerable to his sketchy ways.
© Strawberry_Moon
Episode 4
The rest of my day was filled with policeman knocking on our front door and asking questions we hardly had answers to. I couldn't get it passed me that just yesterday I spoke to my brother,just yesterday he was annoying me. My brothers 4 years younger then I am, his always been the popular kid, always partying but his always been smart.
I couldn't even come to imagine what he did to end up where he is today. His never been in trouble , I just couldn't figure out WHY.
My parents were taking his death devastatingly hard and I just couldn't cope. I called Jim and he wouldn't answer, so I got into my car and drove to his place. I knocked on the door and his mother answered, the look on her face was that of a missionary seeing a ghost for the first time.
She told me I shouldn't be there and asked me to leave. Just then Jim came to the door, he told his mum to leave and invited me in. I sat at the kitchen table and poured my heart out to him, the whole time I was speaking he just looked at me...A look that seemed so empty yet so full of lust. I brushed it off and kept speaking, Jim then grabbed me and kissed me, I tried to pull away but I got sucked in.
I eventually pushed him away and told him he shouldn't, he looked at me and said that everything was going to be ok. Through all the sorrow I was feeling , I felt as if I was falling in love with him, it took just one kiss to make me realise my feelings but something in my gut told me not to make myself vulnerable to his sketchy ways.
© Strawberry_Moon
