Bad Girl Broken by Jena Yao (good books to read TXT) 📕

Two years.

It had been two years since I'd gone back to school. Two years since I got out of that prison.

Two years since my step-father started beating me.

I walked out of the awful-smelling bathroom and into my room, opening the closet. The creaking noise made me shudder in disgust as I pulled out a white tank top and black skinny jeans. I could hear footsteps going around the house, telling me that James was just about to leave for work.

I slipped on the tank top and looked into the mirror. Gratefully, it wasn't see through and covered my body. After putting on the pants, I shoved through the hand-me-downs in my closet and found the jacket, hanging in the back, hidden behind everything else. I never wore that black leather jacket. It reminded me of everything that had happened that night, the blood stains and the kitchen knife and gunshots.

I forced those memories out of my head and grabbed the jacket off the hanger, shrugging it onto my shoulders and walking downstairs to find James standing in the doorway of the kitchen, hungrily looking at me. I turned on my heel and started walking outside, towards my Ducati.

Now, I'm a girl. But who said girls can't have motorcycles? I had saved all my money for this baby, and I wasn't going to let James take this away like everything else he had already taken from me.

"Hey, honey," I heard James say.

"Don't call me that."

"I can call you whatever I want, bitch," he said, grabbing my arm, and I tried to ignore the pain flooding through my wrist. "I own you, you stupid slut."

"You don't own me." I pushed him back, and he went spiralling down the driveway. I was a lot stronger than I looked.

He stormed over to me, looking around, and then punched me right in the face. I was knocked down by the impact and touched my jaw to make sure there wasn't too much swelling. Thankfully, he hadn't completed ruined my jaw, but the pounding in my head made me want to punch him back.

"You do that again, bitch, and I'll rape you to your death." I knew he kept his promises, so I nodded. He smiled evily and said, "Have a great day at school, sweetheart." before storming off towards his rusty car.

I ignored the spreading pain through my right cheek and walked towards my bike. Hooking one leg over the side, I turned the engine on and sped away.

When I saw the school in sight, my stomach knotted. I hadn't been to high school in two years, when James had taken me out to make me his raping doll. And I hadn't even gone here. When he had taken me out, the school let it slide for a few days before cornering James and asking where I was. They had been asking too many questions and James had moved us into a different city to get us away from the nosy neighbors and suscpicious teachers.

As I turned into the school parking lot, I saw people turning my way, their eyes gliding over me and then my motorcycle. I parked and stepped off, taking off my helmet and shaking my black hair out. A group of boys turned to look my way, and they were all pretty hot, I have to say. But one guy caught my attention the most.

He had dark brown hair, and his eyes were a crystal blue, watching me. His muscaler body was leaning against a wall of the school building, his arms crossed so that his muscles were flexing. He looked me up and down, and I shuddered, thinking of James. How he did that every night. How he touched me without permission. How he looked at me like I was a piece of meat.

I straightened up my jacket and fluffed my straight hair to give it some volume before heading into the school. Every guy's eyes were on mine, staring at my body. The jealousy from the girls radiated so hard it was easy to figure out what was hiding behind those perfect smiles. 

I found myself thinking about Blue Eyes. I'd never actually thought that a boy was hot, unless you count the countless number of times I found myself saying it to James so he wouldn't beat the shit out of me. But other than that, there was no boy who had affected me so much.

Shit. What was I doing, just walking around? I had no idea where to go and was already lost after thirty seconds into high school.

"Need help?" A deep voice asked.

I turned around to see Blue Eyes smirking at me. I made eye contact with him, connecting his eyes to my green ones. I refused to back down like a sissy.

"What do you think?" I asked harshly. His face showed no emotion.

Why was I being so harsh on this kid? All he was doing was trying to help.

"Damn, feisty much?" He asked, his grin still plastered on his face. "The assistant principle's office is that way, Green. Unless you want to see the nurse, you can totally go that way." He pointed down the hallway where I had started to walk.

I turned around. "Don't tell me what to do."

"Ooh, a challenge. I always love challenges." He said, bending down to reach my short frame so he whisper in my ear. He must have been atleast 6'4. 

"Why, because you've never had one?" I smirked. One point for Alison.

"I've had plenty. The name's Landon, by the way." He laughed. "And yours?"

I had already started to walk away. I ignored his question and turned a corner. If I didn't tell him my name, maybe he would just get a hint and leave me alone. But then again, I didn't want him to leave me alone. I didn't want to be a fucking loner and shit.

"It's Alison. Just call me Ali," I said, and then disappeared out of his sight.

 Just call me Ali. Just call me Ali. Just call me Ali.

I hadn't expected someone so smoking hot to just reject me right then and there, even when I had tried to be my regular seductive ass self. I'd never been rejected in my whole life, besides in fifth grade, when I was an ugly ass nerd.

And I especially hadn't expected to see her come riding into the parking lot on a motorcycle. When she'd taken off her helmet and shaken out her long hair, I'd actually gotten hard. Just by looking at her perfect body. 

What the fuck was happening to me? I was Landon Goodward, master of getting girls and and breaking up with them after I got the pleasure that I wanted.

So why was I feeling so down I couldn't get that Ali chick?

"Heyyy, Landon," a voice chirped. I turned around and was immediatelly charged by Kathlyn. Her crop top was showing most of her breasts and I started getting horny.

"Do you wanna skip and go to my house?" Kathlyn said, rubbing herself all over me, not even caring that plenty of guys were eyeing her body.

I realised Kat was waiting for an answer and looked down at her. "Nah, not today, babe. How about tonight after the party at Chris's?"

She looked disappointed but nodded. "I'll wear something sexy," she whispered before strutting away, shaking her hips. I opened my locker and Daniel Lohan, one of my best friends, rushed over.

"Dude, I wish I could tap that." He said, leaning against the locker next to mine. Why was he being so stupid? Kathyln would do 20 guys at the same time without feeling bad about it.

"Well then go ask her. Kat loves you just as much-"

"Shut up, dude, I'm not talking about Kat. I'm talking about her." He threw his head at the locker aisle across from mine, and I turned around.

Ali was grabbing a notebook from her locker. She wasn't even wearing her leather jacket - but it looked really sexy on her - and was wearing a regular white tank top that hugged her body perfectly. I caught another group of guys looking at her and one walked over to her. He whispered something in her ear that made her stiffen - and I immediatly wanted to know what it was. I saw her gritting her teeth as the guy smirked at his friends. 

"You're too hot to wear something so...unrevealing." The guy said, and rubbed his hands on her bare arms. Ali stepped back but that dumbass pulled her closer, and she shoved him away. I wanted to help her, but if I did it would drag all the other girls away from me.

The whole hallway had turned silent and was watching the guy and Ali. She finally got out of his grasp and started walking away, but he grabbed her wrist. Her face changed from angry to pain and torture, and the guy said, "Where do you think your going?"

Suddenly there was the sound of a slam and the guy was on the ground. Ali's fist was raised, she lowered it when she saw him on the floor. The whole hallway was dead silent. She finally looked up, her eyes connecting with mine before flickering away and stepping back, trembling. She flicked the guy off one last time before opening the school's front doors and storming out.

"Damn, she's hot and fierce," Daniel whispered, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

"I'm gonna see where she's headed," I said. Daniel gave me really-you-stupid-asshole look which I ignored. I ran outside to see her motorcycle drive out of the parking lot and I sighed and ran to get my red Porsche. Trailing a few cars behind her, I made sure not to lose her.

She ended up parking in a plaza that looked unfamiliar to me, and she ran out. Her jacket was fastened around her waist, and she ran inside a store. I parked my car next to her motorcycle, watching as she ran inside a...dance studio?

I saw her smile at a woman in the front who handed her a pair of shorts, before scampering to help another customer. Ali ran out of my sight for a second before coming back, dressed in gym shorts. I caught myself staring at her long, tan legs as she put on some Nike shoes. She looked around for an empty studio before spotting one - right at the front of the store where I could see her easily.

So she was a dancer. Must do ballet, I thought. She looked too weak to do anything else, her body thin and fragile.

Ali grabbed her phone and pressed something. It was probably music. I watched her toss the leather jacket onto a chair and then take a deep breath. What the hell was she doing?

I saw her start moving and sat awed at what I saw. She wasn't a ballet dancer. Her moves were sharper, and I watched as she dropped it low, bending her back. I watched as she swayed up slowly. I started to go hard.

 After about an hour, she stopped, and turned the music off her phone. The old woman