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Chapter 5 : Chapter 4 - Breakable Like Crystal
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“Do you hear me?!” a loud, husky voice screamed. He couldn't hear the reply, for a door slammed. This was the first glimpse Seamus had ever had of Darren Parker. It was no wonder that Noelle was scared to death of him. He was likely six and a half feet tall and very muscular.
There was a slightly menacing gleam in his eye as Seamus gave him the most vile look he could muster. If he were taller, Seamus would have likely thrown a punch Darren's way. That's when he remembered the wand in his back pocket. Smirking, he drew it from his pocket and pointed it at the burly figure heading down the stretch of sidewalk. He thought the most despicable spell he could and flicked his wand. He laughed as Darren flew across the icy sidewalk and head first into a house's brick wall.
He headed up the last few steps and walked through the opened door to Noelle's apartment. When he saw her sitting on the floor with a piece of broken glass in her hands, tears flowing down her cheeks, he wanted to turn back around and give that monster a piece of his mind. Instead, he sat down next to Noelle on the floor, using his wand to shut and lock the door.
“This was my great-grandmother's,” she said softly, holding the piece of crystal up to the light and watching the rainbow flit across her face.
“Why don't you fix it?”
“He took one of the pieces so that I can't fix it.”
“I – I'm sorry,” Seamus whispered, pushing a piece of loose hair from her eyes. Playfully, he tugged on her ponytail and in return she gave him a watery chuckle. She rested her head on his shoulder but winced as she did so, quickly sitting back up.
“Are you all right?”
“Not really, but I'm a good pretender.”
Seamus looked at her, angry.
“I wish you wouldn't pretend. If you're in pain, you're in pain. That's all there is to it.”
They sat silently for a while, just looking around. He was surprised to see so many broken things in her apartment. She seemed like a neat person. It was then that he had to remind himself of who had just left.
“He pretty much destroyed my apartment. Would you mind cleaning some of this stuff up? I need to go make sure my back is okay.”
“What happened to your back?”
“Nothing. He just shoved me on the floor and I'm sore. I just want to make sure there aren't any cuts.”
He stood up quickly and grabbed her by the arm so that she wouldn't leave.
“That's not 'nothing'.”
Noelle's jaw hardened as she looked at him. Her eyes wandered to the door as though to make sure it was shut and locked. The way she looked at him bore through his soul and scared him. It wasn't how she was looking at him the frightened him. It was the fear he saw in her eyes that terrified him. She turned away from him, squirming out of his grip, and walked to the back of her flat.
Having chosen not to go after her in fear that it would simply anger her more, he flicked his wand in order to move some of the furniture back against the wall. He examined the shard of crystal she had been holding earlier. Remembering what he had done to Darren, he quickly ran outside. Perhaps the piece he had taken had fallen on the ground.
The cold air numbed his lungs, but he kept lunging toward where he had shoved the bastard with his wand. When he arrived, he was pleased. On the ground was a piece of the crystal vase that seemed as though it was from Noelle's beloved vase. Gently, he picked it up and wrapped it in his coat so that he wouldn't cut his fingers.
As he opened the door to her apartment, of course shutting and locking the door, he placed the shard of crystal on the tiny table and headed toward the bathroom. When he opened the door, Noelle was standing with her back to the mirror and no shirt. While most men would have been looking at her chest, Seamus was looking at the reflection of her back in the mirror. Her breath was shuddering as she stared at the large bruises across her slightly bony back.
“I didn't know it was that bad, Noelle,” Seamus said, shocked but not necessarily surprised.
“Neither did I,” she said softly as a tear escaped the corner of her eye. Unable to keep away any longer, he threw his arms around her in a bone crushing hug. Though this likely put her through a lot of pain, she didn't pull away but rather clung to him like a life ring. He could feel her warm, wet tears falling onto his shoulder as he buried his face into her neck.
“It's not fair,” he whispered.
“What isn't?” she asked as she pulled away and walked down the hall to her bedroom. Seamus followed her as fresh tears spilled from his eyes. He watched as she found a loose, baggy tee shirt to put on so that she wouldn't wear something that would aggravate her sore back. She sat down gently on the bed next to him and took both his hands in hers. They didn't fit very well, for her hands were rather small while his were large. Softly, she kissed his hands and smiled.
“I want you to get me out of here,” she said softly, her face alight with the excitement of being free. Seamus closed his eyes tightly. Where was he supposed to take her? There was no where anymore now that the dream was a reality.
“Please, Seamus. My parents are gone and my sisters are staying at various places. Please, please, Seamus. I have to get out of here,” she begged. He still couldn't bring himself to look at her. As much as he wanted to take her somewhere she'd always wanted to go, he hadn't saved that much money up yet. He hadn't even saved enough money to buy a new apartment to rid him of Lavender's memory. Taking her hands in his, Seamus opened his eyes and looked into Noelle's twinkling blue eyes.
“I don't know where I'm going to take you, but pack your bags.” At that moment, the crystal vase that had been so important was now an object of little importance an of the past. Now all that mattered was Noelle's suitcase and some clothes. Then he would be leaving it all behind, possibly forever.
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