Spirit of the Dismantled

(M: Contains sexual scenes, offensive language and abuse) "I can't do this anymore. Why did I put up with that crap for 14 years? Why!!?" Cynthia is sick of being abused and mistreated. She just wants out and fast. With home life getting worse by the second, she needs to escape. With nowhere to go, she is positive that all is lost until a handsome boy comes to her rescue and little does she know that she'd need him like he needs her. The similarities that they share are disarming and together they embark on a journey where it takes two to survive.


1. Chapter 1.

Cynthia's P.O.V

I lay here shivering. The cold nips at my feet as I scramble to pull them under the scruffy, cloth-like blanket that I managed to grab before leaving. This time it's for good. I can't stand it there. I'd rather be anywhere but there. The bruises on my legs have now faded and the scars on my arms, a cruel reminder of all that I'd endured in that mental household. Laying in an abandoned barn with bundles of hay to irritate my allergies was not what I had in mind but it'll do. It's better than nothing. I lay still with the blanket pulled right up toward my chin as I recall the painful memory of what I went through just hours before...


"DO AS YOU'RE FUCKING TOLD CYNTHIA!" my mother roared from the living room.

"You treat me like shit and I can't stand it! You're pathetic! Why do you let him do that shit to you!?" I'm on the brink of tears but quickly take a deep breath.

"Don't you DARE talk to me like that! I will not have you saying that to me, you understand!?" she whispered menacingly as she took another step toward me. I take a cautionary step back.

"It's true! You let him treat us both like crap and you do nothing about it! What kind of mother are you?" I quiver in anger. Her eyes flare at my response.

"I did not endure 9 months of pain only to have you run your mouth like that! HOW DARE YOU! Get out you useless bitch! Now!" she screams and turns to grab a lone vase before hurling it in my direction. I duck just in time and make for an escape. One that I'd been planning for a couple of days. It was going to work. My mother wasn't going to make the effort to look for me but her boyfriend will. I had to get out of there fast.

Running towards my room, I quickly grab my bag that I'd packed this morning and throw on my shoes. Taking one last look at my room, a tear escapes as I hurriedly wipe it away. This was going to be harder than I thought. To leave everything behind and bring only the essentials.

Heading through the back door, I manage to break open the lock and hurl myself out into the cold night. My feet pounds on the gravel as I make my way out the backyard and through some dense bush. It's not too long before I'm out into a clearing having suffered only a few scratches from the spindly branches. I see an abandoned barn up ahead and make my way towards it. 

Upon arriving, I collapse, trying to calm my racing heart. I'm sweating in fear even though it's minus 2 degrees outside. But I don't care. I'm just happy I'd escaped. That's when I hear my mother's boyfriend call...


I lay there for awhile, aware that they won't be able to find me here. They're too stupid to notice. It's quiet with the odd scuffle. Guessing it's rats. That is until I hear footsteps. My blood runs cold and my heart race picks up again. Oh no..he's found me. I lay as still as possible. A shadow looms over the hay-bale as a tall figure makes it's way in. A man by the looks of it. I scramble to the corner and make myself as small as possible. He stills.

"I didn't know I had company." a British accent rebounds of the tin walls. I look on terrified. He's come here to hurt me..

"Hey, what's wrong?" he bends down toward me and I freeze. He has a mop of brown curly hair and beautiful green eyes. They're wide and innocent. However, looks can be deceiving..

 "Please don't hurt me." I whisper as I look up. He stares down at me in shock. Is it pity? I don't know.

"Oh..I wasn't going to hurt you if that's what you thought. I mean..I'm sorry if I came across like that.." he trails off, leaving unspoken words between us. I let out a little sigh of relief. He definitely doesn't look like anyone that Richard would associate with.

'Thanks," I whisper. What do I say?

"Have you got a place to stay?" he looks concerned. I blush.

"Erm...no. I'm staying here," I mumble. He is a really good-looking boy, most probably around my age.

"No way!" he jokes but stops when he sees my face. I'm dead serious. 

"I'm sorry..I didn't think.." he mutters.

"That's okay," I whisper reassuringly. His brow furrows as if in concentration then gives me a pity-filled smile. I cringe.

"How about you crash at mine until you find a place to stay huh?" he offers. I'm not too sure..what if he hurts me? Not as if I'm not used to that.

"That'd be nice," I nod. He looks seemingly pleased.

"Great! I meant.." he looks at me, waiting for some..reassurance? I can't tell.

"I know what you meant but thanks. It would mean a lot." I stare at his impressive physique. He's wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans with brown dress shoes. A necklace hangs from his neck. He catches me staring and I blush.

"C'mon then," he extends his hand and I take it gratefully.

"Is that all you have?" he frowns as he looks down at my pathetic excuse of a blanket and my bag.

"Yeah," I blush even more. What is he doing to me? He twists his mouth but decides not to question me on it.

"You're freezing," he rubs at my shoulders. I still. This is too much...

"Sorry, let me help you," he drops his hands and busies himself with grabbing my bag. I wrap the blanket around me even tighter.

"My car is just over there," he points out toward a white pick up truck. It sits in the car-park not too far from the barn. I stop and look up at him, trying to find anything that might describe to me what type of person he is. He stops alongside me with a quizzical look on his face. He's beautiful. Jaw-droppingly beautiful. His lips so full and his dimples. I flush at my wayward thoughts.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanna help. It'd be most unfair of me to leave you there because who knows what'll happen to you," he whispers, his face only inches from mine. I flinch and he quickly backs away.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes for the 52nd time. He genuinely seems sincere.

"No, I'm not afraid. Stop apologizing, I'm sure that you wouldn't.." I trail off. What am I thinking? I've only just met him. His face softens.

"That's great. Now hurry up and let's get you somewhere warm," he flashes me a grin and I can't help but smile back. I can't ever remember being so relieved. The thought makes me smile wider.


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