(2) Broken Angel

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The morning sun streamed through the cracks in the wood of the barn. I instantly shot up. Where the hell was I and what happened to Henry?

I felt a movement beside me and I let out a quiet scream before jumping up, stumbling on a bale of hay. The trip knocked the memory of last night back into my head. I'm not mentally insane or usually forgetful but what happened last night had been a revelation. I thought I had dreamt it up because it had seemed too good to be true.

The guy from last night walked over to me. and knelt down where I had fallen. It was quite dark up at the top of the barn, only small floods of light peeped through from outside. It almost looked like something from a scary scene in a Western film but I didn't feel scared, I felt safe.

Outside, the birds started singing and this brought us back to reality. He got up, not looking at me but he staggered a bit. I shot up beside him and grabbed onto him.

"I'm fine, don't worry" He groaned as if annoyed. I thought I was going to faint, hearing his beautiful voice again. Very pathetic but hey, who actually ever gets to be in the same room as a guy from their dreams.

I let go of him and we just stared at each other for a while. I ran down the steps and got some food from my bag. My head was still pounding and my stomach hurt. I hadn't forgotten that I needed to visit the chemist.

The man followed after me and I suddenly got nervous as I felt his eyes burning into my skin from behind me. I turned around with some of the bread in my hand but abruptly stopped when I heard a gasp from the man standing in front of me. Before I had time to react, to even think, he had stopped right in front of my face.

"What the hell happened?" He asked in a low, scary voice as he gently cupped my chin with his hands, his eyes scanning my face.

At first, I had no idea what he was on about but then when I remembered the scars that were still stinging on my face, I held my breath, not wanting to say anything. I didn't want him to look at me with a pitiful stare, I wanted him to admire me. Of course this wouldn't happen. I was ugly and dirty. No guy would want me now. He looked directly into my eyes and I found myself gasping for air, my heartbeat reaching 3 billion beats per second. "Nothing, it was just an accident" I said conjuring up my most convincing smile. He wasn't convinced.

"Yeah, you just fell onto a blade repeatedly... Happens pretty often" He joked without any amusment in his voice or face.

I just shrugged."Yeah, it was pretty unfortunate I guess." Tears were welling in my eyes and my shoulders slumped. I didn't want to talk about it but he wasn't dropping the subject.

"So after this accident, what, you decided to go for an evening jog?" He spat.

I nodded, trying to compose myself. "The moon is lovely at night..." I said. I knew I sounded really stupid but I was praying that somehow he would buy it but more tears were threatening to spill out onto my cheeks and ruin my charade.

"Cut the crap" He almost shouted. My eyes couldn't hold the tears anymore and they streamed down my cheeks. Calmly he added:

"Look, I know you have just met me but you can tell me anything. I won't tell a soul and I might be able to help you - even just telling me will make you feel better."

He moved his hand round to gently stroke my back and soothe me while I openly wept in front of this stranger.

"Im sorry" I said feeling pathetic but he just shook his head and guided me to sit on a bale of hay. He sat next to me and looked at me expectantly so I started from the beginning.


My parents had never really cared for me when I was younger. I was the oldest of three girls and they always left me in charge to look after them. I was 8 years old and looking after a 5 and 3 year old while my parents left us in the house all night to get drunk and take drugs. They had never been fit to have kids so why they were allowed to, is beyond me.

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