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.


15. Chapter 15.

Cynthia's P.O.V

I'm running through the forest with nothing but rags on, all tattered and limp. Richard's closing in on me, his face all mutated and frightening, his eyes, so, so dark and hungry. Adrenalin courses through me as I run, the branches snapping beneath my naked feet. I'm running and running but I don't know where to go. I can hear his heavy breathing right at my ear. I could almost taste my own fear and I can feel my heart-rate spike and adrenalin pick up. Oh no, he's got me...

"Cynthia! Wake up!" I can feel Harry shake me gently. I groan.

"Cynthia, you're alright." he coaxes. I try so hard to open my eyes but they just won't budge. I feel so tired and sluggish.

"Harry." I croak. I'm desperate to say more but I can't.

"It's me. I'm here."

"Wha-?" I twist my head from the tubes.

"Hey, this is to help you. Don't." Harry answers my unspoken question as I am forced to refrain myself from yanking out the tubes that run down my throat.

"Nurse! She's up," Harry yells. I can't see anything, just hear. I try to lift my head and manage to, just a little bit. It hurts as a biting pain picks up.

"Cynthia, love, you're in hospital. You've been in an accident, my dear. I need you to relax and be calm," a soothing female voice addresses me. And I try so hard to stay awake but I can't as exhaustion falls over me like a thick blanket. Seconds later, I'm fast asleep.


"How long you think she'll be out?" Harry whispers impatiently to someone.

"She should come around soon. Harry, you do need to understand that she's been given some strong painkillers so she will be exhausted." a strong male voice speaks.

"Yeah, yeah." I hear Harry grumble.

I try to move my fingers and they do so. My movements are slow and sluggish but it's working. My eyes flutter open and I marvel at how easy that was.

"Cynthia, you're up," I turn my head and see Harry getting up from his resting chair before striding over towards me. I smile.

"I'm glad you're okay." I whisper. I reach up for Harry's face and pinch his cheek. He laughs slightly; glad that I'm awake.

"How are you feeling?" he grasps my hands in both of his and kisses them softly.

"I've been better."

"I'm just glad you're awake."

"How long have I been out?"

"Two days. Cynthia, I thought-" Harry looks away from my eyes and stares at something on the wall. I pull at his hands.

"Harry, I'm okay. I'm just glad that you're alright. Your truck-"

"Hush and don't worry about that. It's in the garage; they're working on it." he leans down and plants a kiss on my lips. I close my eyes as I relish this moment. All too soon, he pulls away, leaving me wanting more.

"You'll be out of here soon and boy am I glad. I need to take you home." 

"Harry, what about your mum?" my brow furrows. He shakes his head.

"She's staying at an old friends. She's fine."

"Okay, how long have you been here?" I look up and down at him and see that he's in a different change of clothes but he looks tired and in desperate need of sleep. His hair is scruffier than usual and there's a slight stubble underneath his chin. He runs his hands through his hair.

"Two days but don't worry about me." 

"Harry! Geez, look at you! It's like you haven't slept since and you look tragic." I swipe at his arm. He steps back, gazing down at me with a sad look in his eyes.

"I wasn't going to leave you. It's my fault that you're in this position." he curses to himself.

"Hey, hey, no it's not. Don't you dare blame yourself. Wait, that car.." my mind goes into a spasm as I recall what happened that day. Harry leans in closely.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Harry, that car. It cut us off. A black car. I can't remember the model, do you?" I stare at Harry who is now pondering over my question. It's only moments later when his eyes light up like he's won the lottery.

"Cynthia! You freakin' genius! That asshole, that fucking asshole." Harry shakes his head in disgust.

"What Harry?" I'm desperate to know. He looks down at me, his face unsure whether to tell me or not.

"Cynthia, that car that you described was a black BMW. It belongs to Pete, my mum's partner."

"Oh right but why did he do that?"

"To get back at me. He's probably figured that I have mum under my care and he knows my truck. However, I find it strange because mum said that he was in a car accident not so long ago but then he was there on that day." Harry scowls in frustration. My mind starts to go into a whirlwind.

"So what does this mean?"

"I don't know but we ain't sticking around to find out."


"Careful now." Harry holds my arm as I get out of the truck. I feel slightly weak but apart from that, I'm good. 

"Harry, did those doctor's question you about my bruises?" the question that'd been reeling in my mind since I was discharged. His smile alters.

"Yeah. They thought that I might have had something to do with it but I told them that your mum's partner were to blame. They were definitely shocked when they saw the state that you were in. Cynthia, have you ever gone to the hospital to be treated?" 

"No but Richard had a mate; his name was Kyle; a kind man. Richard would invite him to check me over and I don't know why he was involved with the likes of Richard. He was practicing in medicine and wanted to become a doctor. 

"He came to Richard in a desperate time of need. You see, he needed the money and so Richard agreed that he'd pay for his schooling in return for his assistance and to be at his beck and call.

Kyle was gentle and nice and I don't think he particularly enjoyed coming over and seeing me all beaten up. I looked forward to his company as we'd talk and I'd ask him about his day." I reminisce about the kindness of Kyle. Harry looked puzzled.

"If he was so kind then maybe he'd have done something more about it." Harry grumbled. I step back, shocked.

"What's so wrong to make you say that?"

"Nothing." Harry dismisses our heated conversation. I pout.

"I'm sorry, just angry, that's all. Come." he takes my hand and leads me to the room. We get up to my door and he opens it slowly. When I look in, I gasp. Rose petals cover the bed and there's a small picnic basket in the middle with a bottle of champagne sticking out. There are candles surrounding it and Harry sets off lighting them.

"Didn't wanna burn the house down," Harry shrugs apologetically. He opens the wardrobe and fiddles about with something until a soft tune fills the room. Bruno Mars, one of my favorite's.

"Come." Harry pats the bed and I obey rather willingly. 

"Harry, but how?" I ask, baffled.

"No questions. Just enjoy." he leans over and kisses my temple. I close my eyes as he does. When I open them, he's pouring champagne into two wine glasses. He hands one over to me and we clink glasses, much to my delight. I glug it down in one swig. Harry looks amused.

"Hungry?" Harry takes out a platter of chocolate-covered strawberries. He gazes at me intently as I take one and suck on the tip. All of the sudden, the mood in the room changes and I start to feel warm, too warm.

"You gonna eat one?" I ask him innocently. He shakes his head.

"I'd rather watch you," he bites his lip and runs his thumb over it. I'm suddenly aroused and I realize what he's trying to do. Oh Harry, two can play this... Pouring me another glass, I take it down, letting a slight trickle run down my chest. I watch him as his gaze turns into something much more darker, more sexual. His eyes follow the liquid that dampens my top. 

"I know what you're doing," Harry swallows.

"I don't think I'm doing anything," I reply. Grabbing another strawberry, Harry reaches out and grabs my hand.

"I think we're done here." he pulls me onto his lap as I squeal. 

"Harry! What do you think you're doing?" I turn my face so that it meets his. His eyes are wide and expectant. I can hear his breathing; shallow and rugged. 

"I think these are in the way," Harry gets rid of the picnic basket and food and drink, placing them on the ground with me still on his lap. He pushes me down into the bed and leans over me, his erection digging  into my crotch. I gasp.

"I think that you're a little worked up," I giggle and lightly touch his nose. He tries to bite it, playfully.

"Maybe I am." he leans down and kisses me. I tilt my crotch up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I can hear his sharp intake of breath as he trails kisses down my face, making me feel all clammy and wanting.

"Harry-" I whinge. He looks up and grins at me.

"I want to enjoy this." he teases before returning back to his sexual torment. I fist his hair as he travels down south. He lifts up my top and over my head. I'm suddenly glad that I chose to wear my black and red lacy lingerie. He murmurs in approval as he dips his tongue into my navel. I buck slightly and he wags his finger.

"Still." he growls. I watch him as he pulls down my track-pants so that I'm lying in nothing but my undies and bra. I dig my feet into his bulge. He grabs both my ankles and spreads my legs wide apart. I look away as I feel him start to work his way up to my lower region, leaving feather-like kisses in it's wake.  He's at my thigh when he halts his more-than-welcome actions. I feel both his hands on either side of my head as he wrenches my arms away from my face. I look up at him and he's staring down at me, his expression giving nothing away.

"Watch. I want you to see how horny you make me feel." his words shock me. I gulp.

"Okay." he goes back down and I watch as he yanks off my undies before throwing them onto the ground. I cringe a little. He looks up at me so that I'm watching before burrowing his nose into my lady-bit's. A little moan escapes and he grins. That's when I can feel his tongue, teasing and tormenting me in a place I never thought would receive attention like this.  

"Aah, Harry-" I moan, my eyes rolling towards the back of my head.

"Oh Cynthia, you're so wet," he murmurs. I can feel myself climb higher as his tongue works it's magic, leading me to the feeling of ecstasy, a sweet, satisfying high. I'm so close to coming until he stops.

"Wha-?" I push myself up onto my elbows and see him undoing his pants before they lay with my own little pile. His erection pops out and slowly, he sticks on a condom.

"Lie back down." Harry crawls over and grabs my face before his mouth meets mine. His tongue is insistent and I can taste my own arousement as we kiss. Then, with ease, he enters me. Slowly, he starts to move. My breathing grows heavier the faster he does. I can't keep my eyes open as I tilt my head back. It's a sweet, sweet feeling that entirely engulfs me. I can hear him where his head lays beside mine, a growl escaping his lips.

"Harry, Harry!" I cry and with one last thrust, I let go, my hands digging into his back all the way through.



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