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.


13. Chapter 13.

Cynthia's P.O.V

I wake up to the sun shining through the blinds. My hand flies straight to my head as I rub at it tenderly. There's a dull throb and the blood has dried up. I wince as I get up and swing my legs over the bed. Richard sure got in a few good ones.

"Cynthia? You okay?" I see Harry standing at the door with a few painkillers and a glass of water.

"Yeah, just a little sore," I screw up my face at the arising pain from my upper thighs. Harry rushes over.

"Here, let me help you. Take these, they should help," he hands me the glass and painkillers over. I take it gratefully and with one swig, both are gone.

"Thanks. Wow, Richard got me pretty good, let me tell you that," I laugh slightly but stop when I see Harry scowling.

"Please don't joke about that. Cynthia, he hurt you and you wanna laugh'?" he scolds.

"I'm sorry. I was just trying to make light of the conversation," I shrug, guiltily.

"I know you are. It hurt to see you in that situation. I couldn't imagine what would've happened if I hadn't of been there," and suddenly I realize that what he said were true. I could've been dead had Richard gotten his way with me.

"I see where you're coming from Harry and yes, what you said is indeed, true. If you hadn't of been there, I don't think I'd still be alive," I cup his face and bring it to meet mine. He closes his eyes as we kiss, so gentle and feather-like. I smile.

"As much as I would like to kiss you all day, we must get up and get ready because I'm taking you shopping," Harry's eyes are dancing with excitement as he gives me one more kiss before making his way to the door. I gape at his retreating figure.

"Harry!" my voice turns shrill.

"What? I thought you wanted that." he looks at me confused.

"Yeah I do, it's just that..well.." I point towards my bruised body. 

"Oh shit! My bad! Well erm..get yourself cleaned up and some clothes on that will cover you up and I have some cream and medical stuff to help and.." he rattles on so I hold up a finger for him to stop.

"Okay, okay. I get you," I walk over to him and grasp his shoulders.

"Don't worry about it. I'll sort myself out while you get yourself done up, pretty boy," I wink at him.

"I love it when you say that," Harry narrows his eyes and bites his bottom lip. Somehow, that turns me on.

"Get outta' here," I shoo him out.

"Don't get your panties in a twist. I'll see you soon," he tucks a loose strand behind my ear.



"It's just over there." Harry points toward a lone-standing building with Dress Mart plastered firmly on the front. We manage to snag a parking just outside the store and make our way in. The entrance is huge. I'm wearing a blue-knit sweater and black jeans with some flower-patterned shoes. My hair, in a scruffy bun and a little mascara that I'd found in the bathroom.

"I come here all the time. They're really good. Come, I'll show you to the aisles," he takes my hand and leads me along with him. The place is buzzing with Christmas festivity and stressed out parents with their whinging kids, making a last minute shop to buy presents. That reminds me..

"Harry, what are your plans for Christmas?" I stroll alongside him as we past the men's department. He looks at me questioningly.

"Oh right! Ha, I forgot about Christmas, silly me. Aah, well, we can have a dinner, just the three of us. Maybe you could invite some friends, if you want. Actually, that reminds me, I have to put up the Christmas tree," he ponders for a bit. We stop at the end of the women's aisle.

"Right. No that's okay, my friends have probably got plans of their own." I sneak a quick glance at him and instantly regret it. He's regarding me coolly, his expression unreadable. 

"Alright, looks like it's just us then." he simply nods. 

"What about your friends? You have some right?" he mirrors my thoughts, avoiding eye-contact. His look, lost and forlorn. 

"Friends. No, I prefer not too."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Let's shop, shall we? What do you prefer, long pants or short?" he babbles on, and I know that our conversation is over.


"These are great, thank you. Who would've thought that they could be so cheap?" I marvel at a white floral dress I'm holding up in front of me. We're on our way back home, stuck in pre-Christmas traffic. Harry curses. 

"What's wrong?" I look over at him, placing my hand firmly on his thigh. He inhales sharply.

"Nothing, just the traffic, that's all," his tone is clipped and unsure.

"Alright. Harry, you know you can talk to me, right? You've been acting a little off." I whisper, quietly. His expression softens.

"I know and it's nothing so don't worry about a thing." he smiled.

"Okay." I return his grin. We drive along the highway, riding at a cool 110 mph. It is peaceful, the soft hum of Adele in the background. I stare out my window and watch the cars fly by. I'd never been on a highway and I love it. However, I find it much too embarrassing to tell Harry. 

He squeezes my thigh in reassurance that everything is okay. I lift his hand to my lips and place a soft kiss on his ring finger. I see his eyes flicker, his look dark and sensual. I giggle but as I return my gaze to the road, I see a black BMW pull into our lane, cutting us off.

"Harry, watch out!" I yell.

"Oh shit!" Harry swerves and we take a sharp turn off the highway and down a steep hill. It all happens so fast that I don't even have time to react as we hurtle downwards to where the river lays. 

"Jump out!" Harry screams, his eyes panicked. I set about on my belt and hurriedly undo it before throwing open the door and flinging myself out. I land on a dry patch of grass but unfortunately, my head hits a lone boulder and that's when everything goes black.

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