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?


67. Him


Crystal's POV

"I...I..." She stutters, her hands trembling.
"Perrie this is serious, they can't do things like this." I say sternly, picking up the next envelope. Inside was a DVD.
"Have you watched it?" I ask her, waving the DVD at her. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. 
"I'm too scared," she whispers. 
"We need to find out who-" my voice is cut off by the door to the toilets opening. Susie appears, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. She frowns at the envelopes but doesn't say anything.
"The boys are complaining because there's a football match on in twenty minutes that they want to get home for," She says timidly, smiling sympathetically at Perrie.
"Come on," I whisper, taking Perrie's hands. I place the envelopes into my handbag instead and follow her out of the toilets; the horrible feeling of what's happening taking over me.

Crystal’s POV

Lying Cee down in her cot, I pull back and kiss her goodnight gently; before heading out of the room. As the door clicks shut, I hear shuffling up the hallway. Turning my head towards the source of the sound, I see a figure coming out of one of the rooms. I stay silent as they don’t notice me. I stand and watch as the figure creeps silently down the dark hallway and into the living room. I wait several moments before trailing after them, stopping in the doorway to the living room. I watch as they approach the tv before turning it on and pressing some buttons. I squint through the darkness as the screen lights up; casting light onto the figure.

“Perrie?” I call softly. She doesn’t turn, just continues to stare at the screen as it loads. I check the time on my phone.

“Perrie, what are you doing in here at three in the morning?” I ask, making my way over cautiously. She just shrugs nonchantly, eyes glued to the screen. I notice the blank red envelope on the floor beside the tv.

“Is that the DVD?” I pick up the envelope and spin it round in my hands. 
“I need to see what it is.” Perrie states, voice sad.
“Do you really want to know?” I ask her, sitting down on the sofa. She joins me, sitting just as the DVD begins to play. Someone was walking with the camera, it was facing downwards. Grass and flowers go past before the camera is finally lifted.
"Happy fourth anniversary, Boo!" A boy's husky voice shouts, the camera focusing on Perrie's shocked face. She looked younger; three years ago maybe. 
"You did all of this," Perrie motions at her surroundings.
"For me?" She gapes at the camera. 
"Of course, you deserve it." The male says. I watch as the camera is passed to someone else. The male who's voice it belongs to, steps into the view and Perrie wraps her arms around his neck before the two of them share a kiss. Cheers and claps surround them. The screen cuts off for around ten seconds before a second video appears. 
"Happy Birthday, Perrie!" The male calls and Perrie comes running up, her hair flying out around her. Once again, she jumps onto the boy. He kisses her nose, causing her to giggle. The two of them walk up to the camera, the view of a pretty lake behind them.  I take in the boy; he had piercing grey eyes that shimmered in the low light. His features were distinct and defined; his fair hair sprouting in a messily fashion on his head. A distinct scar trails his left eyebrow, giving him a sharper look.
"Perrie here is 17 today," The boy says with a sideways glance at Perrie. She begins to giggle, holding her hand over her mouth. 
"And I wanted to surprise her." He adds, causing Perrie to frown in confusion at him.
"What did you do?" She asks, voice surprised.
"Turn around," He instructs, demonstrating with his finger.
The video skips again, this time the lake still in view. But in the distance you can see a boat; two figures sitting in it. We watch for minutes as the boat slowly tumbles around the water before it cuts off. 
"He... He..." Perrie trembles.
"It was him," 

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