Broken Crystals

When Crystal collapses in the middle of the road after another beating, headlights are the last thing she sees. She wakes up in a strange house, surrounded by five strange boys. She refuses to relax around them or be herself. But can the one Irish boy with the beautiful blue eyes show her what it means to be loved and fix her cracks?

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97. Her sake

Crystal's POV

 

I set the bowl down infront of Cee and she happily picks up her plastic spoon, eyes still glued to the television screen infront of her. I smile at her lovingly before getting food from the cupboards in order to prepare my own dinner. I start chopping up raw chicken when my phone buzzes on the counter beside me. I ignore it but it buzzes again several seconds later. I finish slicing before setting the knife down and wiping my hands on a tea-towel. I pick up my phone and unlock it to see the full message.

Crystal, please just talk to him. Or us. 

I don't reply, shaking my head at my phone. I'd been receiving these messages nearly everyday for the past two months. That's how long I'd been gone. The night after Niall found out i'd been to see my father, I'd left. I took Cee and packed a bag before getting a taxi. I was now living in a small apartment in an apartment block in a small sea-side village. Everyone here seemed only interested in the beach and the arcades so I'd had no problem in going by unnoticed. A few people had stopped me but I'd managed to go under the radar since my first week here. It was a nice town. Friendly and safe enough for me to trust taking Calla out at any time of the day. But I just wasn't happy. Calla thought Niall was on tour and he was set to go in a few weeks. Since leaving, it was like I couldn't escape all the news that was constantly filling up newspapers and the tv. 

I lock my phone again and place it face-down on the counter. It wasn't just Niall that I had left behind; it had been everyone else aswell. The only person I'd seen in the past two months was my dad. He'd been to visit multiple times but only staying for around an hour. The last time he'd visited, last weekend, he'd taken Calla to the beach whilst I stayed at home. I was slowly building up trust for him but I couldn't help but shy away slightly when I knew he was coming. A knock sounds at the door and I discard my half-cooked meal to go and open it.

"Mrs Hoffman, hi." I say, smiling. 

"Hello, child. Is it okay if I come inside?" Mrs Hoffman was a small, plump lady who lived right next door. She had taken it upon herself to check up on me and Calla every other day just to 'see how we were doing'.

"Just came by to see how you were doing." She smiles and I smile back, nodding.

"Everythings good, Mrs Hoffman."

"I've told you to call me Mary," She grins and follows me into the kitchen.

"Hello, little one." She strokes Calla's cheek which is covered in mushy food.

"Here, let me." I go to take a cloth but Mrs Hoffman takes it from my hands, gently wiping Calla's cheek. She begins to blabble away to the poor old woman about what she's been doing at her new nursery as I wander back over to the counter and resume cooking.

"How have you been feeling then, my dear?" Mrs Hoffman takes a seat at the dining table next to Cee and offers me a warm smile.

"Better." I nod and she nods too.

"Has the... has he been over yet?" She was talking about Niall. A few days after we'd moved in, Mrs Hoffman had opened the door to see my crying whilst curled up on the sofa. I'd blurted everything to her but providing her age, she had the impression that Niall was just an ordinary boy with no other commitments. She seemed to have developed a stale attitude towards him but I didn't have the heart to correct her. After all, it had been me who had deserted everyone. 

"No, Mrs Hof- Mary." I give her a wavering smile and she nods curtly.

"Child, I don't mean to intrude in your personal life but... I feel as though you should listen to all those messages you've been getting." She nods at my phone which beeps a moment afterwards. I bite my lip as I pick up the chicken and tip it into the frying pan infront of me. It sizzles and I watch the meat for a while before sighing deeply.

"I don't know what I'd say," I murmur as she gets up and walks over to me. She elopes her broad arms around me and I sniff, inhaling her motherly scent. 

"For her sake," She whispers in my ear and my eyes travel to Calla as she laughs giddily at the tv.

 

 

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