Shattered - H.S. |on hold|

Sixteen

>> PLEASE READ :( !! 

I've been planning a new story for a while and it's called "Somebody who will watch you." AND I WAS WONDERING if you guys would read it/would want me to update it or would rather want me to focus on just Shattered. I've written some parts of it, so it - hopefully- won't take me that much time. JUST LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO READ IT, drop it drop it low girls. 

OKAY NOW ENJOY (oh btw this is short and it's just a filler but I really wanted to update and especially write this part because it has to do with her past & oh it's in 3rd pov!) 

The London streets never looked so lonely through Belle's eyes. The city lights were dim, slightly fading as her eyes closed, soon shotting wide open again with the light nearly blinding her.

She missed the rush, the traffic she was stuck into when she drove to UNI with Cleo complaining in the passenger seat next to her. The horns that blasted through the streets and the people rushing on the pavement, eager to catch their train or hoping not to be late at work itself.

From the age of five until now, she was nearly nineteen, she had become so used to the busy city London was.

But right at the very moment the streets were silent, only one car each ten minutes passing her by slowly. A few people chatting for what seemed right beside her, yet she saw nobody around her. If it weren't the streetlights blinding her, it was the darkness. She couldn't see straight and soft sounds sounded a hundred times louder in her head.

Maybe she better stayed in the club, waiting for Cleo to magically show up again or until Scott finally made an appearance but the stubborn girl Belle became when she had been taking too many shots or drags, took over her mind and guided her through the empty streets of London.

Her intoxicated self had been sure of herself, knowing she could easily walk back to the flats, it only being a mile from the club. Yet the corned she usually turns in barely two minutes, now turned ten. With every step she took she had made sure she wouldn't fall or trip over anything. Sometimes she bowed forward, making the drinks and all the other spices deep down in her stomach come up slightly.

She groaned to no one in particular, probably to herself, knowing she had drunk way to much and that she shouldn't have been this stubborn and leave on her own.

It was when she heard footsteps following her own her intoxicated mind got pushed away with scared thoughts. Once again the darkness was blinding her and it took all of her strength to open them again. Instead of walking faster, her feet froze to the spot and she could hear low chuckles louder, sounding like fighter jets to her ears. The pounding in her head increased once more, making her eyes fall closed again.

They snapped open when she could feel hot breathes fanning at her ear, words falling from the dirty lips, asking why a pretty girl like her is wandering through London all on her own, in the middle of the night.

Her entire body trembled, her soft breathes which smelled as alcohol falling from her lips, earning a chuckle from the stranger beside her.

His dirty hands made her way down her body, which caused her to smack his hand away as a reflex, something she didn't use to do.