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.


12. Chapter 12.

Harry's P.O.V

"Cynthia," I cry softly into her chest as I spiral down from my orgasm. She calls my name out as she returns too.

"How was that?" I raise my face to hers. She's panting but she's sporting an ear-splitting grin. However, it falls when she sees my face. 

"Good. Really good. What's wrong?" her chest rises against mine, her look quizzical. I wipe away my unknowing tears with the back of my hand.

"Nothing, nothing's wrong. I agree that that felt right. You're good," I nod in appreciation. Her cheeks flare up as she looks down in shame. Her grin is back but it's a shy one. I grab her face and raise it to mine so that our eyes meet.

"Don't look down, I love staring at your face," leaning forward, I place a soft kiss on her lips. She smiles and when I pull away, her tears are falling down onto my chest. I wipe them away with my thumb.

"Hey, please don't cry. You're a beautiful, strong woman and so brave. I could stare at you all night but we must get going as mum is at home alone. I don't want to leave her alone for too long." I lift her off me gently and she throws herself over to the passenger's side. I playfully slap her ass and she yelps. Her head whips back as she pokes out her tongue.

"What I can do with that tongue," my eyes flicker to her mouth as I lick my lips. She laughs.

"Oh Harry, nothing's stopping you."


"Hey, we're here." I grab Cynthia's hand and raise it to my lips, leaving a trail of kisses in it's wake. Her eyes flutter open and she mumbles something irrelevant. She looks around, taking in her surroundings before her head whips back to me. 

"Hey there." she pulls herself up from her resting figure and rubs her eyes.

"Hey yourself." I grin at her and she blushes. I laugh.

"Do I make you blush?" I wriggle my eyebrows, grabbing at her as she swipes me away.

"Yes, no, maybe!" her lips pout as she gets out of the truck. I follow soon after, closing the door and heading over toward her side. I offer my hand and she takes it, leaning herself on me.

"You tired?" I nudge her softly.

"A little." she yawns before giggling quietly to herself. 

"C'mon, we better get you to bed. You need a rest after what went down tonight," I open the door and the both of us go in, closing the door softly behind me. I turn on the light, slightly dimming it. Cynthia let's go of my arm and heads off to her bedroom. I stare after her then remember mum. I head into the lounge and see that she's still there, lying peacefully as her chest rises and falls beneath the minx blanket. I walk over and plant a kiss on her temple before heading into my room.

"Harry?" Cynthia's standing at the door as I pull off my jeans and throw myself into bed.

"Yeah?" I prop myself up onto my elbows. She taps her fingers on the frame.

"Thank you again. What you did, no one else would ever think of doing. It was very considerate of you." a small smile tugs at her lips.

"You don't need to thank me. Any man with the right mind wouldn't hesitate. I'm just glad that you're okay," I reassure her.

"And tonight was something special. I hadn't imagined losing myself in a wheat field. You know, you're the first boy that I've ever made love to and I don't regret it for a moment." those words are left to linger in the cool night air as she blows me a kiss and tip-toe's quietly back into her room.







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