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***



14. Verity

I knew what I had to do. 

I began to caress his hair, calming him. I didn't want him to be emotional, he's dangerous enough. I managed a smile. I don't want to touch him. He lets me go and relief floods through me, I need to gain his trust. I tried to stop my tears and pull myself together, I wiped them away. Stay calm, Verity. 

"Don't cry, it's okay. I'm not going anywhere." I shudder inside at the thought of never leaving. 

I cringe as he whispers. "Promise?" I have to promise him if I ever want a chance. 

"Of course, cross my heart." I wipe away more tears and cross my fingers, not my heart.

I couldn't help but shiver. I'm so scared. He stood up in front of me and pulled me into him. I can't look at him. This isn't happening. 

He gazed at me. "I've wanted you here for so long. I'm so sorry for everything." He leaned in so close to me that our noses touched. I scraped up all the power I had to not recoil. 

"It's okay, I... I forgive you." It was hard to breathe properly. 

Don't touch me. 

He stroked my face. Just shut your eyes, Verity.

That's when he kisses me.

Please, make it stop.


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