Cynthia felt traumatised. She was shaken to the core upon hearing the six lettered word - fired.

"Fired..." She mumbled with widened chocolate brown eyes sparkling with tears which she refused to shed.

"Yes, fired. Now get lost." Mr.Reynolds grumbled as he stroke his grey beard; eyeing her with distaste.

"But- Please! It was the first time I did not do my assignment by the deadline! I should get a second chance!" She shouted, trying her best not to start crying.

"Enough! I have had enough of your drama! Get out this instance! I do not believe in second chances!" He finally yelled, unable to restrain himself as for the past one hour he was trying to make her understand that he thought no ill of her, but was simply following the guidelines set up.

Both of them knew it was not true.

Cynthia was not good enough. She knew this. Mr. Reynolds knew it. Everyone in the ten mile radius knew it. It was the shortage of staff which led him to hire Cynthia when she came to him in search of work. But now, that he had better journalists, he hesitated not to fire her.

"Mr. Rey-" her plea was cut short as the door of his cabin flung open. Cynthia turned around to see that it was her friend, Amanda Parker, who has came in. Her straightened blonde hair now shoulder length; she indeed looked refreshed and energised after her mini vacation with her boyfriend, Liam.

"Hey, Mr. Reynolds, good morning. It's nice to see you after such a long time." She beamed, her blue eyes yet to fall upon the depressed form of her friend.

"Good morning to you too, Parker." The stoic old man simply nodded.

Then Amanda's electric blue eyes met the dulled brown ones of Cynthia.

She did not observed the melancholy residing in them for a minute as she smiled wider at her friend, her red lips stretching to form a genuine happy grin. But her mood dampened quickly as she saw a teardrop falling off Cynthia's eye as the latter tried reciprocate the gesture.

Alarmed, she looked at Mr.Reynolds, her eyes forming into slits as she looked between Cynthia and him.

"What happened?" She asked cautiously.

"Oh nothing, it's just-" Mr.Reynolds was cut off mid sentence as Cynthia burst into tears and ran out of the room, leaving a baffled, positively concerned Amanda and an equally aggravated Mr.Reynolds behind.

She shoved her belongings in her worn out bag, feeling the curious stares of her colleagues and then rushed out of the building as fast as possible, ignoring the calls of Amanda.

It was a perfect sunny day, as people roamed in the streets, carelessly laughing and talking among themselves. As Cynthia observed her surroundings, it seemed to her that she was the only one who was unhappy here.

Cynthia hung her head down, while she walked aimlessly around the city, sometimes sitting on the benches to contemplate what has destiny up her sleeves for her; making sure that no one sees her red, blotchy face and tear strung eyes as she made her way to an unbeknownst destination.

"What now?" She thought to herself, "I have not a penny to my name. What now? How will I pay the rent? I will have no where to go!"

She eventually stopped dead in her track, as midday sun shined brightly up above her head as if mocking her. She found herself standing right in front of an old, poorly maintained building of a diner near the end of an alley. On a cue, her stomach made an embarrassingly loud grumbling sound. She looked around herself quickly with reddened cheeks to see if someone was in the earshot, and sighed in relief as she found the alley dead as ever.

Again, landing her gaze on the small diner, she hesitatingly stepped forth, remembering she had not eaten anything since morning.

Walking inside the god forsaken building, she settled down in a table at the corner and picked up the menu.

"Do I even have enough money for now?"

Gasping a bit, she quickly searched for money in her pocket. To her relief, she did have some pounds on her at the instant. As a male waiter, with the most poorly shielded uninterested look on his face came to take her order, she simply went for an orange juice and sandwich, feeling highly uncomfortable as he gazed at her  impolitely.

As he was gone, Cynthia yet again found herself thinking about what to do.

"I want to go back home." She let out a small sob at the thought. The whole place was new to her. Yes, back in Forks, it was not like she had a family but that was her country, her people, her town. There she felt that sense of belonging, that feeling of familiarity, which was, obviously, not present in the case of London. The city, the people; they were different. Good, but different.

She regretted not studying what she was best at. Just in the fear of having to spend much money. She regretted not going for engineering. She regretted for being afraid of working hard. She regretted opting for B.A. English, even when she knew she wasn't good at it. And then, even if she chose it, she regretted not studying further.

All in all, she regretted all her recent decisions for they had led her to end in a pitch dark, deep pit hole.

She wanted nothing more than to change this, to correct her mistakes.

Eating her sandwich hurriedly, she paid and quickly left the place with a new resolve to first find a stable job for herself.

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Sighing, Cynthia pulled her coat closer as cold wind swept by and hit her body with full force. Her shoulders were sagged in defeat as she couldn't find any job. It was right now exactly ten in the night, the alleys dark as ever and not a single soul was seen lurking.

Cynthia was scared that something yet again might happen just like the night before yesterday night; for a minute, she started scolding herself for not setting on the way to home before sunset, knowing well that it was far away; but then she straightened up and breathed in.

"No, this was important. I needed to find a job. I still need to find a job. Being scared would not help. He is not coming back. I have not informed police so he is not coming back." She reminded herself and gulped down the fear.

Little did she knew how wrong she was.

Walking fast to avoid any mishap and taking swift turns on her way back home, her eyes suddenly fell on a familiar figure.

Squinting her eyes, her pace slowed down as she saw the figure standing with his back facing her. Curly hairs swaying with the midnight air lightly.

And then he turned around, his icy green eyes coming into view along with the sharp angular face, on which he wore a deep frown.

Cynthia gasped in realization as he saw that it was the same man who was with that psychopath night before yesterday night. Her gaze then fell upon what it was in his hands and her breath stopped. Heart halted. Blood froze in the veins.

A black gun.

And then she ran away, taking a sharp left turn, hoping he had not seen or heard her.

Finally being far away enough, she then stopped, looking around herself, thanking God that she has not lost like last time. Gripped by paranoia, she looked behind herself every now and then, feeling being watched.

"Lord, save me this time. I swear, I won't dare walk out of my house after sunset!" She chanted in her head.

Suddenly, a car came into view, slowly zooming in. Cynthia walked on, thinking it will brush past her. But as it started coming closer and seemed to be coming for her, a person sitting on the passenger seat yelling something as he flailed his hands in the air, she got alarmed.

Now the car only some inches away, Cynthia's eyes widened and heart started palpitating harder.

"The wheels' are slashed woman! Get out of the way!"

Then, from somewhere she heard a resounding deep voice screaming, "Woman!"

Quick to response, she jumped out of the way of the car, and landed on the foliage. Scraping her knee, she let out a faint cry of pain, however, a deafening irritating sound echoed in the surrounding as the car came to a screeching halt.

It was quiet for a minute.

Cynthia dared not to lift her head up, the person sitting in the car was too traumatized to say something.

And then it was a chaos.

"Oh my God! Yes! I am not dead!" She heard the slam of the car's door. Though, what made her head snap up in surprise and pure bewilderment was the noise of so many men which followed.

"You little fuck! I thought you will die tonight!"

She heard one of them state.

There were some ten men mobbing the man who was in the car, all with tattoos and piercings, laughing and patting the man's back, came out of absolute nowhere. Last time she checked, she was alone. Then where did they creeped out from?

Sensing the sudden increase in the testosterone level in the air, she gulped and got up quickly, almost losing her balance because of the dizziness she felt.

"Easy there." She heard the deep voice again as her arm was gripped in a steady hold and a hand was placed on her back to provide her support.

Freezing in her spot, she slowly turned her head towards the source of the voice, having a feeling that she had heard this voice before;  only for her eyes to widen in fear as she took in his familiar face.

"You..."

A/N : Please do vote and comment if you like the chapter. Also, English is not my first language so please point out my mistakes so that I can know. Thank you :)

P.S. : Taylor Swift as Amanda Parker because, well, why not?