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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19. Chapter 19.

Cynthia's P.O.V

"Yes," Harry sighed. I beamed up at him.

"Thank you," I whispered. We stayed there for a bit, letting the world go by.

"Excuse me sir but I must attend to my patient," the paramedic comes back out. Harry steps back. My head throbs and my arms are tired but apart from that, I am happy that the whole ordeal were over. Looking over at the house, I see Kyle come out, his hands in cuffs. His head is bowed and when he looks up, his eyes lock with mine. He shrugs apologetically at me. I tear my gaze away from him as hot tears threaten to fall. Harry follows my gaze before his eyes fall upon him. He smirks in disgust.

"He's lucky I didn't sort him out too. I would've happily did so," Harry shakes his head. I grab his hand.

"I'm just glad you were there and I promise that this time, I won't leave. Nothing good ever came out of it," I promised. He bites his lip.

"If you say so."  

 

We're driving back from the hospital. I'm happy to be given the all clear and so has Harry.

"Thank you for coming," I smiled at Harry. He sat across from me, driving us home. The day looked slightly dreary; clouds gathering.

"Enough with the thank you's. Like I said, I would never want to see you hurt again," he shrugged. I pursed my lips.

"I know that babe and that's why I thank you so," I sunk back into the seat and looked out of the window. In two days it was going to be Christmas and I couldn't wait for what I had in mind.

 

I woke up, wiping away the sleep from my eyes. Yay! It was finally Christmas, my favorite holiday of the year. The sun shone brightly and the smell of festivity could be felt through the air. I hurriedly got out of bed and threw my outfit on that I had prepared the day before. It consisted of a beautiful cream, floral dress with my necklace and my cream-colored chucks. I had my hair done up in a waterfall plait. Going into the bathroom, I rinsed my face and applied a little mascara and lip gloss. I looked fresh and ready to go.

Peeking into Harry's room, I saw that he were still asleep. His soft snores filled the room as I crept in and grabbed his phone. Checking his contacts, I flicked them all a text before quietly exiting, praying that my plan ran smoothly.

 

(Apologies for the short chapter but I was adamant on getting something out and I was really keen on getting Harry's P.O.V for the surprise that Cynthia has in store for him! So what do you think? Comment!)

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