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.


5. Chapter 5.

Cynthia's P.O.V

I wake up disorientated. I prop myself up onto my elbows and throw my arm over my face as the piercing sunlight beams through the blinds. It's so bright. Swinging my legs over, I land with a thud onto the soft rug. That has got to be the best sleep that I've ever had in my life. I look down and notice that I'm wearing the same clothes I wore last night. Embarrassed, I rush over to my bag and fetch some clean clothes and my toothbrush before going to the bathroom. The door is wide open. Strange. I don't remember leaving it open. Eh. I seriously need a shower and my breath-no doubt, would stink.

"Whoa there girl. And who are you?" I bump into Harry's mother just as she's coming out, smelling of something tropical. Herbal Essence?

"Erm..sorry. I didn't mean to bump into you. I'm Cynthia," I mumble and stare down towards my feet. 

"Cynthia aye? Interesting name. What have you got to do with my son?" she mutters but it sounds like a threat. I cringe.

"Mum, there's breakfast for you on the table. Please go." I hear Harry behind me and turn around to face him. He's wearing blue jeans with a suede colored belt and a white shirt. His hair is tousled as if he's just had a shower and he smells of a delicious cologne. He looks..hot. I flush. His mother gives me one last menacing look before muttering something unintelligent under her breath and storming off.

"I'm sorry she's like that," Harry frowns as he leans to the side. His biceps bulge underneath the shirt and I look on in awe.

"Um, that's okay. I-I should get out of your hair anyway. When I found another place," I stutter, looking down in shame. Why am I acting so shy?

"No! No don't. I apologize for my mother. She's..having a hard time. Please just ignore it," he peers down at me sincerely. I nod.

"That's okay. She mustn't be too pleased to be sharing space," I reply. He smiles sadly.

"I should get out of your way. Help yourself to whatever, breakfast will be ready when you are," he smooths his hair away. His hands are so big and..able.

"Right, yeah. Thanks again. This means more than you know." I whisper before going in and closing the door behind me. I lean against the door and sigh. He is so..dreamy. I bite my lip and retrieve myself as I set about undressing. I turn on the shower and slip in. The hot water baths my whole body and I instantly relax. I grab for the sponge and without hesitation, rub it all over my body, picturing his hands being able to work it's magic. I wince as I run it over a cut on my upper thigh. It stings but I choose to ignore it. There's no one to blame but myself for that.


"Here you go. Hope you like it." Harry pushes a plate toward me and his mouth twitches slightly. The smell of bacon wafts through the air and two perfectly poached eggs sit aside it. There are two toast underneath-buttered. My stomach grumbles in response. I blush.

"Thank you. This smells..divine." I perch myself up onto the bar-stool and dig in. He watches me momentarily as I wolf it down in the most unladylike manner. I stop midway through. He quickly looks away.

"Sorry. You keep eating," he returns to drying the plate. I do so and it's not long before I've finished.

"That was lovely, thank you. I haven't had this for awhile," I mumble and pull at my fingers. It's a nervous habit. He frowns but is quick to recover himself.

"The pleasure is all mine. I'm sorry to hear that," he's stuck as to what to say. I don't blame him.

"Don't be." I grab my dirty dishes and walk around to the sink. He's standing beside me, drying the last of the cutlery. I set about washing in the slightly dirty water. I have to pull my sleeves up and the soapsuds cover my arms. Harry takes a step toward me. I freeze.

"Those cuts...Did you?" he whispers, leaning on the counter and staring down at me warily. I flush.

"I-I need to go and do something." I panic and abandon the dishes before running into the room and closing the door behind me. Adrenaline spikes through me, a familiar feeling I know all too well. How stupid! Why didn't I think!? I look down at my arms and hastily pull down my sleeves before scrummaging through my bag. I find my phone and fish it out. I turn it on and wait for a few seconds. It's a budget Nokia but good. The phone splutters to life and I can see 5 missed calls and 3 texts. All from...him. I gulp. I check the texts:

*Where the f**k are you!!?*

*You get your smart-ass back here right f**king now, you little b***h!*


The last one sends shivers down my spine as I stare at the screen in fear..

*You wanna play games? Let's play. I'll find you and when I do I look forward to hearing your last breath..Make it count*


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