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.

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17. Chapter 17.

Cynthia's P.O.V

The Christmas tree is up and beautifully decorated. I flick on the lights to which they shine, bringing a smile to my face. The lights illuminate and the silver tinsel sparkles against it. I marvel at this heart-warming sight. I'm so happy that I get to spend Christmas with the only boy I've ever loved.

I set about making me a sandwich, slapping on some mayo and avocado. Pulling out some chicken and tomatoes from the fridge, I throw them in before completing it with a pinch of salt. Heading off into the lounge, I turn on some music and start eating. The music, so hypnotic, sends me into a peaceful sleep.

 

"Aaah, fuck. Ssh, don't speeak," I can hear the scrap of a table against the tiles. I recognize Harry's voice straight away. Getting up, I make my way into the kitchen and see Harry sitting on the bar-stools. Harry's eyes light up when he sees me.

"Ooh, my baby Cynthia! Come here, I have really missed you," his words are slurred and that's when I can smell the strong tang of whiskey. He's been drinking.

"Babe, you've had too much to drink. I think you need to go to bed." I walk over and place my hands on his broad shoulders. He bites his lip and his pupils dilate. It's the middle of the night.

"Bed? You coming?" he leans in for a kiss. I refuse, placing my hand on his lips.

"Babe, let's just get you to bed," I order and he nods, a playful smile staring back at me. It's obvious that he thinks that we're going to bed for sex but I need to get him to sleep.

"Whatever you say beautiful," I take Harry's hand and lead him to his room. Slumping onto the bed, I set about taking off his clothes, starting with his shoes.

"Undressing me? Me likey," Harry murmurs. I laugh at his bashful attitude. I unzip his jeans and yank them off.

"I want you now," Harry mumbles. 

"I have to get you undressed first." I manage to rid him of his top and jacket so that he's in nothing but his briefs. Folding up his clothes nicely, I place them on his drawer before crawling in beside him. He grins before hopping on top of me, pinning my legs with his so that I can't get out.

"Oh Cynthia, you turn me on," he grabs at my breasts and tugs at my now hard nipples. His erection digs firmly into my crotch. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him just as hard. The taste of whiskey is strong as our tongues collide. 

"Harry, you need to get to sleep," I pull away and stare up at him. I'm so tempted to do him but now's not the time. I don't know why but I can't. Harry's face falls when he registers my words.

"What? So you don't want me? Raquel was right, oh god," his words hit me like a ton of bricks. 

"Wait, what? Who the fuck's Raquel?" my voice is shrill. Harry's face turns into anguish when he realizes what he's just said.

"No babe, I meant-" Harry's wide awake now. I wriggle underneath him and manage to slide out before standing up with my arms crossed firmly over my chest.

"What the fuck did you mean Harry? Who's Raquel?" I'm screaming as I feel my whole world crumble around me. Harry scrambles up and comes over to me but I take a cautionary step back.

"Harry, tell me! Is that why you went out? To see some fucking girl? Do I not satisfy you enough?" tears start to choke me. I sob helplessly; the tears falling carelessly down my cheeks.

"No, no, I'm so sorry. She means nothing, please Cynthia," Harry reaches for my arm but I whack it away.

"So you had sex with her huh'? What's she right about? I can't fucking believe you!" I scream and run out and out of the house. I can hear Harry yelling for me to stop but his desperate calls fade into a background noise as I run. I just want to get away and be anywhere but there.

 

I come up to a house, Kyle's house. Kyle's had a crush on me since he first saw me and he's told me but I brushed it off. I never saw him like that. 

Stumbling up to the house, I knock on the door, the outside light on. He lives in a quiet suburb, three bedroom flat with an impressive kitchen. I haven't been here in two years and now I was praying that he still lived here. I can hear someone cursing and when the door opens, there stands Kyle. He looks like he's just woke up, his blonde hair ruffled and bags under his eyes. His eyes light up when he sees me.

"Cynthia! My god, what are you doing out here so late?" his face is etched with concern but he's glad to see me. I break down.

"Come in, please," he grabs me and helps me up from my slobbering mess. We walk in, shutting the door behind us. It's warm and inviting.

"Kyle, oh how glad I am to see you!" I cry into his shoulder as he rubs my back.

"Sssh, come, sit down. I'll make us a cuppa," he sits me down onto a plush couch and walks off into the kitchen. His lounge is modern and sleek; a flat that were passed down from his father. When he comes back, two cups are in his hands. He hands one over to me before seating himself down. I take a sip then place it onto the coffee table.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Kyle soothes. And I don't know what came over me but I launch myself at him, my hormones running all over the place. He gasps when I kiss him, desperate to weasel my tongue into his mouth. Now don't get me wrong, he's a very good-looking guy but I never felt that attraction. Slowly, he responds, kissing me back.

"Kyle, I need you," I mumble against his lips. He nods, making no effort to stop me but I don't want him too. I pull him up and bring him down onto me, opening up my legs as I go.

"Cynthia, I like you but you don't want this. I know you don't," Kyle whispers, unsure of what he's saying.

"Make love to me before I change my mind," I threaten. It's all the reassurance he needs before making love to me again. I'm in nothing but my nightie, making it easier for him. When he pulls away, he's looking down at me with lust. It's so strong that I'm almost swept up in it. And I realize that this is revenge sex. It won't mean anything but it's something that seemed a good idea at the time.

"You ready?" he breathes, his pants halfway down.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

 

"Cynthia, wake up," I can hear someone speak to me in the distance. Kyle.

"Cynthia, I have breakfast on the table," he's right by my ear. My eyes flutter open and I try to readjust my eyes to the bright light. When I'm awake, I take in my surroundings and see Kyle bending over me. Oh shit, Harry!

"Oh crap! I have to go! I'm so sorry. Have you got a phone? I need to text someone," I push myself up from the couch and notice that I'm a little sore down there. He sure did work me hard. He frowns when he sees my eagerness to escape.

"Yeah sure." he hands me his phone and I type up a quick text:

*It's Cynthia, I'm fine so don't worry about me, 

just at Kyle's, won't be long.*

"Thank you for everything. You've been so kind and thoughtful and I would love to stay but I must get going," I give him back his phone and head towards the door. I stop when I see Richard walk through, looking pleased to see me. My head whips back to Kyle who shrugs apologetically.

"Cynthia, oh how happy I am to see you. How about we sit down and talk about what happened huh'?" he's laughing at me. My heart drops yet again.

"Richard," I squeak. He's smiling pleasantly at me.

"You don't look too pleased to see me. Let me tell you, I am glad to see you. Thank Kyle for ratting you out," a small hint of a smile tugs at his lips. I almost want to gag. I step back and into something hard. When I turn around, I see Kyle smiling down at me and then something hits me in the back of my head, where everything goes black.

 

My head throbs and I'm so, so sore. My eyes flicker open and I find that I'm in a dimly-lit room. My mouth is gagged and I'm bound to a bed post. Richard walks in, limping.

"Your little boyfriend fucked up my dick. Did you know that I had to get surgery done on them? Not to mention my head. Stitches I received," he trudges over to me before landing a backhand across my cheek. My eyes water from the slap.

"You like to test my patience don't ya'? I rang up your so called friend and got him to confess that you were here. I let drop that you had a boyfriend which he was none too pleased about. Quiet frankly, I wouldn't be either," Richard sets himself down beside me, caressing my neck.

"You know, I thought that was pretty bravado of your boyfriend to cheap-shot me from behind. Me and you both know that he won't be able to take me on face-to-face. He's too much of a pussy to do that," he starts to kiss my throat, his hand rubbing my crotch. I try to wrench my head from him but he holds my head firmly in place. His hand slips into my undies, his finger exploring every possibility. I cry into the gag as he continues to rub my clit. I shake my head, begging him to stop. 

"You keep moving and I'll make this even more hell," he threatens, halting me. I cry out when he slides two fingers inside me. He pokes me hard, his breathing disgruntled. Tears run down my cheeks as he continues to assault me. He breaks me down time and time again and I can feel myself fade; fade into a nobody; someone that no one wants, not even Harry.

"Cynthia! Get the fuck out of my way!" there are shouts of abuse outside the room. I can hear Kyle trying to calm someone down. Richard whips around to the noise.

"You stay the fuck here!" he growls. I can feel nothing, absolutely nothing. The rope is cutting into my arms, cutting off my blood circulation. Shouting..Richard yelling..bang..shout..

"Cynthia! Oh fuck!" Harry bursts through the room, bewildered. I want to jump up and hug him, relieved that he's here but I can't do anything. That's when everything goes black.

 

 

 

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