Broken Promises

Casey is a girl always getting into some sort of trouble; she sleeps on the streets and gets into plenty of fights with anyone and everyone.
When one night as she is in a heated fight with a gang of guys she thinks that her time has come; but just when she thinks it’s all over the one and only Louis Tomlinson comes to her rescue.
Can he break past all the walls Casey has put up? Or is he just another typical boyband member?

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2. Bright Blue Eyes

Chapter 2 - Bright Blue Eyes

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I woke up the next morning still passed out on the bench. The pounding headache was agonizing but I didn’t even care, I bent over and hurled up the beer from last night. I’ll tell you something, it tastes worse coming up than going down. I really should stop drinking alcohol with every meal I have a constant headache because of it.

I sat in that spot for what felt like hours, seeing families having picnics and children running around in the park. Ugh it sickened me. All that joy and happiness, yuck. I put my head in hands the headache from the hangover getting stronger from the emotional pain that was now tormenting me.

“Are you alright love?” Someone asked me, I looked up into a pair of bright blue eyes full of concern. He placed his hand on my shoulder and I flinched under his touch. He cleared his throat and raised his eyebrow at me as he smiled.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” I mumbled to him breaking eye contact and brushing his hand off my shoulder. I stood up and started walking away from him, throwing the beer cans and empty Doritos packet in the bin on my way.

“Miss I don’t think you look that well,” a voice came from behind me, “why don’t you just sit down for a bit?” Why wouldn’t he just leave me alone?

“Hello?” He was still trying to get my attention and it was really getting on my nerves, I turned in my heels suddenly he stopped about a meter away from me.

“I’m fine and I don’t need your help.” I said through clenched teeth to him. He began walking closer to me slowly, something about him was so familiar but I couldn’t pick what it was. Mostly because I couldn’t think due to my pounding headache.

“If you won’t let me help yo-“

“I don’t need any help! I said I’m fine!” I interrupted him. Why oh why won’t he just leave me alone? My right hand kept inching closer to the switch blade in my pocket.

He sighed, “Can I at least give you some money or something?” After reaching into his pocket he pulled out £50 and held it out in front of him.

“Here, take this” he said kindly. I hesitated because I didn’t know if he was being serious or not. When I didn’t take it he walked closer yet again and grabbed my left hand. Instinctively my right hand came out to punch him in the face, but he blocked the punch and stuffed the money into my left hand while dropping my right.

“Don’t spend it all at once.” He smiled to and began walking in the other direction. I stuffed the cash in my pocket and wandered around the park until nightfall.

‘This is about the time all the big wigs come out’ I thought to myself, so I wandered off to the nearest alley way in wait for someone to stroll by so I could attack them.

 

“Oi what’s a pretty girl like you doing on our turf?” A voice emerged from the darkness. A shadow came from behind a dumpster, then two and three. I was suddenly cornered by four men. They all had the same buzz cut except one who had longish hair that was slicked to his head with gel. All wore right black shirts that showed off their muscles and loose baggy jeans with chains hanging from their pockets. I wasn't scared because I’d come across these type of guys before and I usually get away.

“Hey I recognize you,” one covered in tattoos said, “You’re the lass who killed that kid couple weeks back.”

“How could a pretty girl like you kill someone?” Another asked while he crossed his arms. The one with the longish hair spoke up.

“Well she could’ve shot him, or strangled him or maybe just beat him to death... oh me oh my, that’s scary what am I doing here?” He started hitting his head between his hands like he was trying to shake out the thought. The rest of the group turned back to me, walking closer and closer until I hit the wall.

I grabbed my switch blade out of my pocket and pointed it at them.

“Y’all better watch yourselves, I’ve killed someone before and there’s no promise I won’t do it again.” I threatened them.

“Aw c’mon little lassie don’t be like that.” One of them said in a mocking tone to me. As he reached to stroke my cheek I went for it. A good hard kick in the balls.

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