Etched in black

Skye's POV
I looked out the window, of our home in Holmes Chapel. It was rainy and pretty gloomy outside, funny how the weather depicted how I was, how I felt, how I am. I heard what sounded like a vase hit something downstairs.

I cautiously made my way downstairs and peeked around the corner. Dad was high, really high, tumbling over his own feet. Mom was crying, we all knew she was trying. My sister was crying as well. My brother was helping my dad support himself.

As for myself I was like that vase that hit the wall. Shattered into small pieces, barely able to be picked up, as my mom was trying to do currently with the vase. My sister came running over and into my arms as she did most of the time in situations like this.

"Sk-Skye why does this happen, to us?"

"I don't know sweetheart, but it'll be alright it always is."

I rubbed her small back and brushed her brown waves. Ross had ushered dad to his room. Mom had finished cleaning the vase up off the floor. We all stood there. Silent. Tired of this. It happened every night.
Dad come home drunken or high. Dad would break something stumbling around. Mom would clean it up. Ross would take him to his room. Summer would cry. I would be silent.
I am a silent type. I only open up to two people. Summer and my best friend Claire. I never break. I can't break. I have to be strong. For us. For me

Harry's POV

I watched from across the street in my room. Skye's dad stumbling up the steps. Drunk, High, who knows? He stumbled in and fell on the ground. I couldn't see him anymore but it wasn't that difficult to hear the crash of something.

I knew Skye had it rough. I knew Skye didn't want to open up. I silently saw her everyday at school. She rarely smiled but if you ever got the chance to see it, it made you want to smile to. She was undeniably pretty. But I don't know if she knows it.

Skye was a hard shell to crack open. But I wanted to be the pinchers that cracked her open. Because Skye was a unique one, she wasn't like these other girls. I would know because I'd slept with nearly all of them.

I don't know why. It's something attracts me to her. Maybe her dark endurance. Maybe her silent perception . Maybe even her shaded charisma. I don't know what but I'm going to figure out. Because Skye was different and I was tired of the same.

Skye's POV

Morning came in slowly. I had school today. Yay. Not. I slowly got out of bed and stretched my aching limbs. Only two more months of Eleventh grade then I would be a senior and would have no more dreaded school. I decided to attempt at my look today.

I pulled on my grey love sweatshirt, with a pair of ripped skinnies, grey vans, and my heart necklace. I decided to actually curl my hair. I gently wanded it making it appear wavy. I put on some light foundation, slight blush, silver eyeshadow, and a bit of mascara to accompany my look. Then I slipped on my book bag and headed for the door. Grabbing a bagel on the way out
Normally I ride with Ross and Summer but I wanted to walk today to help clear my fogged mind.

"I'm walking today!" I yelled

"M-Kay." Said Ross.

The fresh air fanned all around me. It was still a bit damp from the drip-drop of the rain last night. But it felt earthy and clean, so I was fine with it. I turned the corner, it was in the rowdier side of this part but it was a quicker walk. I saw a car turn with me, it was coasting beside me. They let the window down. I have no idea who they were but they reeked of alcohol.

"Hey Beautiful."

I walked faster to avoid them.

"Get in the car Shugaa."

"No way sleezeball."
Harry's POV

I Decided to walk to school today. The breeze outside was nice. I looked across the street and saw Skye making her way down the sidewalk. I decided to follow behind her for no reason. She turned the corner. Bad mistake this wasn't a good part to walk down especially looking like her.
I turned the corner behind her just in time to see some jerks cruising beside her pestering her.

"Hey Beautiful."

Her pace increased.

"Get in the car Shugaa."

"No way sleezeball.

I saw the car speed off but not before driving through the mud puddle beside her and wetting her and all her clothing. She stumbled a bit and fell more into the mud puddle.
I made my way towards her extending my arm.

"Hello love, let me help you out of that mud puddle."

She reached for my hand and got up.

"Your clothes look.... Well umm wet."

"I see this but I have extras in my gym locker. Thank you for your help."

"Your Welcom-."

With that she started walking off, not turning back.
Yes she was one hard nut to crack.

Notes

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