Izzys POV:
I quiver as I hurl once again in my hard, cold room. I need to rid myself of the taste of Men, of their presence. Tears are streaming down my bruised cheeks, dripping off my chin as foundation. I will not take the joint they left me... I won't.
I am dry heaving now, my retching barred by my empty stomach. I crawl to the blocked window; to where the crack in the plyeboard is... The moon slices down as a diamond shiver to brush a whisper across my skin.
When will soneone come for me?Janas POV:
The man leers as he drops a ten pound note to flutter down by my face. I weakly raise my arms to shove it away but they hang limply, they don't move. He zips up his dirty jeans and leaves, trainers squeaking on the hard floor. I cry, I sob, and I hunch myself into a ball to keep myself in. My fringe flops in my eyes, soaking up a steady flow, and I feel my caked on mascara streak. I cry harder. My fingers creep over to the edge of the bed, grasping the note. Whether I like it or not, I need the money. I stuff it under a loose stone in the window sill--and notice a crack in the plyeboard.
I lower my eye level to it, and a shadow of moonlight brushes my skin.
I shiver... Will someone ever come?Hannahs POV:
I scream as the man enters, slamming open the door and grinning cruelly. He is already at his belt, his fingers fumbling. I push myself backong the floor, into the corner, but as usual, he follows.
When he's done, he drops some money by my tear streaked face. Moonlight from a crack in the blocked up window falls across my neck, mimicking a slice of silver on it. I cry harder, and it reaches up to my mouth, gashing that to. I've always hated the night: it was when the terrors came, and was the moon not part of the night?
No one was ever coming to save me.
I reached out for the joint and the almost empty lighter.
Maybe this will save me...Flints POV:
I scream a violent curse as I backhand the b**** across the room.
'Would you just shut it?' I snarl, stalking around, pacing. She wimpers and I curl my lip, my eyes shooting her icy promises of death. I need to find the girl; and that pesky brat Amy! How dare they? My fingers fly up to my temples... Think! I urge myself, think!
She will come for her sisters, her broken girls, and she will bring help... But who?
I scream, and the b**** scurries out.
Seb comes up to me.
'What?' I snap.
'A source... She's been spotted at a shop in London, with a man called Kyle Falconer--he's in a band. They left in a hurry, she seemed to be crying. It was Claudia.'
I clap his shoulder, handing him £50.
'Good work! Buy yourself a drink and some woman.' I say warmly.
His eyes glint sickly, and I push back the want to recoil. Instead, I smile, and he leaves. I tell the Shadow man that I need more information on the shop, and the car.
I have a lead.
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FanfictionWhen Freya's world is turned upside down at a family get-together she finds herself struggling to hold onto reality. With all else lost, her and her sisters are left living on the streets with no one to turn to. Will they lose their grip on reality...