Unbroken

Jennifer Violet Fox

I'm Jen.

I'm 17.

I don't go to school anymore.

I don't do anything anymore.

I live with my Aunt, Uncle, and cousins in Tennessee.

I had to leave.

I couldn't bear to look at him knowing he didn't love me. It was too heartbreaking,

I miss him though.

No one knows. They all think I'm fine.

Amazing what smiling can do, huh?

Carter Sam Byrns

I'm Carter.

I'm 17.

Still in High School.

It's gotten harder since she's left.

Why did she leave?

Was it something I did?

I thought she loved me.

Was it all fake?

I miss her. So much.

I'd do anything to get her back.

(I actually picture Carter as the kid in the upper right corner)

Chapter 1

Jennifer's P.O.V

The lights were off, he blinds were drawn, the door was locked. I was silently crying to myself while my IPod blared music I wasn't listening to. My pillow was stained with tears, my hair was a mess. I was a mess. I sniffed and wiped away more tears. Why would he cheat on me? Was I not good enough? Did he not love me the way I loved him? The image of him kissing Macie kept flashing through my head, making me cry harder. Someone knocked at my door causing me to jump. "Jenny?" My Aunt Trish called. I took a few deep breaths. "Yes!?" I hollered back. "Turn down that music? And then come downstairs, breakfast is almost ready!" she said. I heard her go down the stairs, i turned off my IPod and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked awful, I hurried into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, while taking deep breaths trying to calm down. After I dried my face off I looked slightly better. My eyes were a slight red from crying and I had bags under my eyes from not sleeping. I took one less deep breath and plastered a small smile on my face, going down the stairs to my family. I found them all crowded around the dining table. Caleigh and Kristin were animatedly talking, Michael was talking to Uncle Henry, and Aunt Trish was finishing up breakfast. They all turned to look at me. "What's wrong with you?" Michael asked. He's 18, so he thinks he's the oldest of us kids he's hot stuff. When really he's just an annoying, conceited, jerk who needs a life. "I didn't sleep well," I mumbled, it didn't feel right talking. I didn't really like talking, I felt if I couldn't talk to Carter I shouldn't talk at all.