BreakingPoint [h.s]

BreakingPoint [h.s]

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"There are people I no longer want to associate with, by that I mean I don't want to sit in hour long lessons with certain people staring at me and making me uncomfortable. I don't want to walk through my school halls knowing certain people are following me and watching what I am doing or where I am going. It makes me uncomfortable and unhappy and I do not want it anymore, Dr. Blake." I say in one breath, about ready to rip my hair out at the thought of him. "Elizabe- Eliza, is everything alright?" she questions, leaning forward in her chair. "I believe I've reached my breaking point, Dr. Blake." +- Elizabeth Jacobs is just a normal girl who has a bad past. Harry Styles is just the typical, bad ass, womanizer. But what happens when they both reach their breaking point?
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***completed*** NOW PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Harry Styles. The strange one. The freak. The one who was too kind for his own good, trapped in a world where his job was to bring people pain. Sophia 'Spice' Winters. The dancer. The stripper. The one who who trapped in a world where her job was to provide men with nothing but pleasure. -- "What don't you understand?" Harry seethed, his hands gripping the roots of his hair. "I'm not the good guy here, Sophia. I'm bad, everything about me is fucking bad." Harry looked as if he was about to rip his hair out, his wild eyes shinning with madness. He looked unhinged, raw and angry. It should of frightened me. That look alone should of been enough to send me running. He didn't look like the shy man I first met. He looked...crazy. His fingers were coated in red, stained with the blood of another. He didn't seem to care though. "If I was you Sophia, I would run away. Run as far away as you possibly can, because I promise you...An evil part of me won't let you go, and I hate myself for that. I want you to run away, to a place that I can't ever find you. You'll be safe that way."

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