Broken Sparrow

Verity is young nineteen year old girl, with her life laid out before her, but her life seems to have already ended. The boy she was with since she was fifteen has made her life a living hell, however, her heart belongs to another, but the feral punishments that will follow if she goes with him are unimaginable. People thought London was a city of dreams and prosperity, filled with promise, but now the only promise she is filled with is a nightmare.

***Not appropriate for people under 15***



5. Jay

I woke up surrounded by glass which seemed patient for me to stand on, my head throbbing to a beat of a drum that only existed in my mind. The sun flowed through the once dark alley and I squinted towards the light. My hand tracked its way up to my head, my skin felt dry and flaky. Old Blood. How long have I been here? I glanced towards my now shattered watch which my grandfather had given me, 6:17 am, too early for any mindless drunks to stumble upon me out here.

My head remained pounding as I staggered up off the ground, dazed and half asleep, I smacked my tongue around my mouth, bone dry with a hint of blood. My mind remained fuzzy and I struggled to remember why I was here. What happened last night? Then it hit me as hard as Alex's punch. Verity.

I turned around and found Verity spread out on what seemed like a blanket of glass. Her hair, smothered in dried blood and dirt, made a veil across her face. I stood there in shock. Her clothes stained with crimson blood, her neck and left hand had deep, black burns burrowing into her ivory skin. I cringed as I gazed at the position she had recoiled in. Her back, arched like a cat ready to pounce, her hands twisted in towards her, her feet and legs flailed out as if she just fell from a fifty foot drop. I sucked in my breath and walked towards her timidly, as if my presence would bring her more pain. I crouched next to her and a tear escaped my eye.

"Baby?" I whispered. "Verity?" I began to shake her softly, her head turned to expose her battered face. Her nose, covered in dried blood, her bottom lip split open as if she was easily torn. Her eyes, black and shiny from the multiple punches. I turned away and wiped another tear from my eye. Her nose, now crooked to one side looked excruciatingly painful. Cuts graced her skin all over, there wasn't one part of her face that wasn't punched, or slathered by glass. 

Her eyes flickered open and she breathed in deeply, as if it was the first time. Her hand reached out to me, and I could see the knife-like glass which was invading her flesh inside her right palm. I winced. "Jay?" Her voice was barely inaudible, her throat seemed to be cracking under the pain. 

"Yeah baby, I'm here, don't say anything, stay still. I'm going to get help okay?" She nodded as I stood up and retreated back into her position, she looked so small, like a wounded little girl unreachable in her void of pain.

I swallowed my tears and ran towards the street, no one in sight. My heart began to hammer inside my chest, it felt like it would escape if I didn't keep running. I stumbled up the steps of the nearest house, I rapped on the purple door, impatient. A woman answered; she had red hair and blue eyes, cradling a phone to her ear in her right hand and a burning cigarette in the other, the thought of a cigarette sent shivers up my spine, all I saw was Kian driving it into Verity's flesh as she screamed. Her hair was tasseled and messy from sleep, one side seemed completely flat telling me which side she had slept on. She took a drag of her cigarette and stared at me, waiting for my words to come fumbling out before she slammed the door in my face. One part of me made me wonder as to why she hadn't screamed at my bloody face and dirty clothes. 

"Can I help you, kid?" She looked my up and down, I estimated that she was about thirty, maybe thirty five. My mind came back to me in a rush.

"My girlfriend, we were jumped last night, I think she's dying." My voice didn't sound as urgent as I needed it, but my words seemed to take effect. Her eyes opened wide and she fumbled with the phone.

"Nancy, I need to go, a kid needs my help, I'll call you tonight." She left no time for Nancy to say goodbye, she started dialing 999 straight away. My heart began to slow down and I felt myself returning back to earth, I had left Verity for over ten minutes. "Yes, yes, a boy is at my door, he seems terrified, in real bad shape too." She turned to me, cupped her hand around the mic of the phone so our conversation remained private. "What's your name, kid? Where were you jumped?"

"Bottle glass avenue." My words came out in a rush. "I need to go back to her, please, please tell them to hurry!"

I took off down the street, faster than my legs ever moved before, I don't think I touched the floor once.

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