Beautiful Broken Girl (Broken Girl #1) - Rachael Tonks Page 0,1

my bit around the house while Jocelyn is out at work, but this will never be enough to repay her overwhelming generosity.

We’ve used the past two weeks to really get to know each other. I think it’s her way of trying to get me to open up. I found out all about Jocelyn’s job working in child protection services, which is of course how we initially met. Mr. Peterson is away with their son Cole looking at Colleges. Although I know at some point I have to meet them, I can’t say I’m looking forward to it; in fact, I’m scared to death. They will take one look at me and see me for what I really am. Nothing but broken and tattered and certainly not worth the kindness that has been shown to me. Jocelyn speaks so fondly about Cole and by the sounds of it; he’s everything I’m not. The ultimate jock, star quarterback, popular; the whole package. He’s going to hate me. I hate myself come to think of it. I mean, when I look in the mirror, all I see is a messed up girl from a shitty background; what’s there to like?

I know the Peterson men are due home tomorrow, so for now I’m going to try and relax, enjoy the freedom which I’m not sure will last when they return. Jocelyn has popped out, having work she needs to catch up on. I know she doesn’t like to leave me here alone, but I spend most of my time locked in my room anyway. I haven’t had much chance to take in the area and haven’t ventured far, other than the odd grocery store with Jocelyn. I really must try and find out more about the place that I currently call home.

I’ve been given one of Cole’s old iPod’s which has music on it I’ve never heard of before. The lyrics from a band play, the name of which is new to me and it really strikes a chord with me.

The singer’s voice calls to me, singing about being a broken girl, wondering where in life she went wrong. How she survives without being a legitimate person.

I listen to more, scanning through the vast choice of music on the iPod. The more I listen, the more I find I like Cole’s taste in music. I listen for a while longer, humming along the best I can to the songs I’ve never heard before, all the time trying to distract myself from the memories; pushing them to the back of my mind. Sometimes I get flashbacks from my time in the hospital and I try and grasp onto them but I never seem to be able to lock it down. Snippets of conversations with Jocelyn, with doctors, but nothing concrete. They always slip away.

The worst memories though, the ones that I could never forget, are of my past and where I came from. Those memories tumble over and over in my mind, never leaving me.

I pull out the earphones, glancing over to the clock on the wall in my room. Now is probably a good time to grab a shower before Jocelyn gets home. I really want to scrub down and get changed for when she gets back. Tonight we are going to get ready for my first day ever at school. After years of home schooling, I know Jocelyn understands this is a big deal for me. From what she has told me about the local high school, although totally daunting, it sounds like it could be fun. If this is to be my new life, I need to make some roots. I cannot let the past dictate my future any longer.

My mind occupied with thoughts of school, I strip off and wrap a towel around my now naked body. I head out of my room and across the hall, padding through the lush carpet and straight into the bathroom, gently closing the door behind me. I lift my head and freeze in shock. A God-like Adonis, water glistening over his defined muscles, stands in front of me. I can’t seem to rip my eyes away from his naked body until I catch a glimpse of his semi erect cock. I snap out of my trance and scream in shock, scrambling towards the door. In my haste, I drop the towel that was loosely wrapped around my torso.

“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my bathroom?” he bites out. His