I wake up in the morning on the couch in the Curtis house. Almost instinctively I groaned, it's my birthday yay. Note the sarcasm. No one is up yet so I decided to leave and head to Bucks. Then yet another thing hit me. Brooke'll have no where to stay because she sure as hell ain't stayin' at Bucks. I entered my room at Bucks and dialed my old home number. It's been awhile.

------Brooke's POV------
"Get out!" My dad yelled at me while throwing yet another beer bottle at me. I can't cry no more. I'm all outta tears. I wish I could talk to Dally. I haven't seen or heard from him in 8 years. I'll be 16 soon. I fell something sharp against my skin. My dad must've cut me again. After about an hour he finally left. I cried, I cried for the first time in 8 years. I cried because that's how much I've been holding it in. I wish I was beautiful. I have long blonde hair that goes down to my mid back. I haven't gotten a haircut since I was 8. I have blue eyes but their neither cold or hard. They're weak and fearful. I'm skinny because I don't eat very often. Everyone says I'm beautiful but they're lying. I'm not beautiful, at least that's what my dad says all the time. I'm crying on the couch when the phone rings.