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.


4. Chapter 4.

Harry's P.O.V

I close the door softly behind me and make my way to the living room. What exactly has Cynthia gone through? I go in and check up on mum. I place a blanket over her as she snores peacefully. Mum wasn't too happy but it's not her place to be so cold. I frown. Cynthia probably felt uncomfortable which is not a big help. I want to know her more and find out what she's hiding but I won't push her. She'll probably run off if I do and I'd be really upset if she did.

Switching off the lamp, I head off to my room before shutting the door behind me. This is so..overwhelming. I have two fragile woman under my care and I'm very uncertain as to what to do next. I'll just keep them here until all is better. But it just won't be that easy. I'm positive that mum hasn't told me everything that's happened to her whilst I've been away and Cynthia looks like she's been dealt with shitty cards.

I take off my clothes and discard them into a waiting pile on the floor, wearing only my Calvin Klein briefs before slipping into bed. I'd go naked but with my mother in the house and a girl I barely know, I don't think they would approve. Cynthia. What a beautiful name. I sigh.

Why wouldn't she let me touch her?

 Does she think I'd hurt her? 

Maybe she's been hurt before. I lay there quietly and if I strain, I can hear a muffled sob. I think it's coming from Cynthia's room. Oh no...

I shoot upwards and swing my feet over the bed before quietly padding out into the hallway and over to her door. I place my ear against it and listen. She's crying but it seems to be subsiding. I feel my heart clench when I hear her.

Who would wanna hurt her? 

What's happened?

I listen and can hear her whisper that she just wants to get it over and done with. I'm tempted to walk in and comfort her, assure her that she's okay and that I'll take care of her but decide against it. It wouldn't be ideal for me to run outside in the freezing cold and chase after her. I shiver.

After a little bit, she stops. And then I can hear a soft snore. Waiting a few more minutes and before I chicken out, I open her door quietly and tip toe in. What the hell am I doing!? I brush that thought away and make my way quietly over to her. The moonlight shines upon her sleeping figure and I stop right in my tracks. Several bruises cover her legs and there seem to be faded cuts on her wrist. She must cut.

 I stand over her and observe. She's actually really pretty. Maybe I can have my wicked little way with her... I curse to myself and she stirs before settling again. I breathe out a sigh of relief. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath. I softly brush her brown hair away from her face and it slumps down into a little heap on the bed. Her eyelashes fan out onto her cheeks and her mouth is parted as she snores softly. Weird how her face wasn't touched. I'm suddenly glad that it wasn't because it really is a beautiful face.

Leaning down, I hesitate before planting a soft kiss on her cheek. My cock twitches in response. I pat it down in embarrassment. It's not like anyone's here. She smiles a little at my kiss. I smile too. She looks around my age. Her breasts are impressive.. I curse again but more quietly this time. I shouldn't even be thinking like that! Her legs are long and athletic and she has nice curves. It saddens me to know someone would lay a hand on her. 

"Don't touch me!" her voice is all panicky as throws her arms over her face. It gives me such a fright that I bolt from the room, not even bothering to close the door behind me.

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