"Shut up," Brooke snapped. "You don't know him! You don't know me! You don't know anything about us so back the fuck off!"

"Brooke, calm down," Indianna said gently.

"I'm sick of people treating me like I'm broken!" Brooke snapped. "No one seems to think I can handle anything! No one thinks I can do anything by myself!"

"We don't treat you like that-"

"Oh, don't pretend! I see the looks I get. I was raped, I got over it, everyone else needs to get over it too! I'm not some broken doll that can't handle anything-"

"You're not over it, Brooke," Indianna whispered.

Brooke knew Indianna was right, but...