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seen that look before. She had worn that look the day she had realized that guys paid more attention to me, than they would ever pay to her. I didn’t like the attention, but it did make me feel superior in some way. Sonja bumped into me intentionally as she made her way down the stairs, deliberately stomping her feet on each step, as she trudged off to show that she was angry with me. She was a full-figured girl with light, brown hair, deepset brown eyes and pale skin. She was pretty, in a 50’s kind of way. A wicked smirk crept across my face. I pushed down the false sense of victory I felt, one I didn’t want to feel. I can be just as shallow as them , I thought. I took a deep breath and let the feeling of someone being jealous of me well up inside. I welcomed it. I should have realized then that I was acting differently.

CHAPTER TWO
     
    First Attack
     
    I looked into the monitor and my gray eyes stared back at me indifferently. They portrayed a distant numbness, a numbness that was growing denser every day. I glared into the camera above the monitor and knew that they were watching. A camera wouldn’t have been placed there merely to provide a high-tech mirror. They were watching in case one of us went off the rails and lived up to our name – The Broken. On this day, I did feel broken. I always did on the days my mind went back to when I was raped. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping it would go away. I had kept it to myself for a long time, letting it beat me up from the inside. You can become addicted to sadness that way. But my silence had led to the attack on Sage. I blamed myself entirely and I was feeling sorry for myself again. Sage would have told me that it was not my fault, but I knew it was. I found myself trusting too much. I allowed it to happen to me and ignored it, hoping that it would go away – like it had never happened. Sage had more courage than I did and had reported the boy. He was sent to live among the Minoans in an attempt to save him from his savagery and fix what was broken from within. Could they fix me? I wondered, bile rising up in my throat. I shut it out. I didn’t want to think about it a moment longer – I didn’t feel up to it that day.
    The shower shut down, the vacuum sucked up the excess steam, and the doors slid open mechanically to reveal Sam in all her glory. Her slim hips, slender legs, flat stomach, perfectly shaped bust and fiery locks, which were frizzed by the damp air, were all on display. She extended one of her arms and I handed her a towel, forging a smile onto my grim face. I slipped out of my shirt, peeled my socks off, made my way around Sam and got into the shower. The glass door closed behind me, swooshing softy, and the purple laser began scanning my biometrics.
    “Good morning, Ava.” The computer spoke in a female voice that drummed in my ears.
    “Oh, kill it,” I said out loud, raising my hand and slapping the wall.
    My playlist flashed on the screen beside me, but I switched it off. I wasn’t in the mood for anything just then. The water from the shower sprayed lightly over my stomach, but the water pressure on my back was firmer – just the way I liked it. Light lavender, lime and orange-blossom soap misted over my body. Our favorite settings were saved onto the hard drive of our computer. I lay my forehead against the warm white sandstone tiles and waited for the timer to beep. After it beeped, the doors opened, but I stayed stuck to the wall breathing deeply and feeling even more morose than before. Those dreadful nightmares always got the better of me, the terror still vivid in my mind, not to mention the other issue that was plaguing it. I did not want to face our punishment for missing our curfew.
    “Are you going to stay in there the whole day?” Sam asked, holding a towel out to me.
    “Yes. I am going to stay here until the sun sets and this day is over. Let me know when that’s happened, and then I’ll come out,” I replied