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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7. Chapter 7.

Cynthia's P.O.V

I run into the house and into my room before slamming the door behind me. You idiot! How could you trust someone that you haven't even known for a day? What were you thinking? And that kiss...well, it wasn't actually kiss but it could of been. What if he does know Richard? My mind is left reeling as I collapse onto the bed. I mean, I do like him and I think he's cute but what if he's just going to treat me like the rest of the male population? I can't bear to go there. But then you talked! my subconsciousness snarls at me. It is right.

What am I going to do now? I can't go back out there. I did wanna kiss him so why did I hesitate? I look out the window and see that the weather has taken a turn for the worse. It's now hammering down with rain, just like my mood. So dreary and...flat. Harry was going to kiss me. Why am I so happy about that? A little excitement bubbles up inside of me, making me frown. What is it with this boy that has me acting like a 12 year old? 

"Cynthia, open up please. I wanna talk and apologize for what just happened, please," Harry calls out from the hallway. I shoot up from the bed and make my way to the door. I lean in and listen. I can hear his quiet breathing. So peaceful unlike mine, heavy from the adrenaline.

"Cynthia, I-I am so sorry. What I did wasn't right and I apologize. If you'd just-" I finally take pity on him and open the door in which he almost falls in. I hadn't realized he was leaning on it. He recollects himself and gives me an apologetic smile. I stand still and watch him as he quietly makes his way over toward the bed before seating himself down.

"Thank you. I just want to apologize for what I did. I took advantage of that and I didn't know what came over me but I promise it won't happen again. Unless.." he fidgets with his hands and when he looks up, his eyes are a little watery. I wander over and sit beside him. His gaze is wide but he makes no move to get up.

"Harry, look I am going to be really honest with you. I really do think your sweet and cute and I may go as far to say that I like you but I'm just not.."

"...ready, I get it. I was being inconsiderate."

"Yes, that and no. Don't say that, you'll make me feel bad. I'm just a little...insecure."

"Please don't be. A girl like you is really beautiful despite you pouring all your breakfast out into the toilet," he smiles. I giggle even though I would've frowned if anyone else had of said it.

"If you don't mind me asking but have you ever had a boyfriend?" Harry looks panicked. I smile so as to reassure him. I'm not that fragile or am I?

"Yeah I have but none of them were serious. I wasn't what they..wanted. They got bored or didn't think I was good enough, I don't know. I guess that I just don't want to get hurt even though I do..frequently. It's hard you know? Growing up with absolutely no one on your side wasn't the life that I would've ever envisioned. This is luxury," a tear threatens to escape. I sniff in an effort to keep the tears at bay. Harry frowns.

"Don't worry about it. This is nothing. And those boys weren't worth your time anyway. Maybe I'd go as far to say that I will take care of you. It's what I've always wanted to do the minute I saw you in that barn. You may not think that I'd care but I do. Please believe that," his promising words light me up from inside. Maybe everything will be okay.

"Thank you. I may not believe it now but maybe in time I will," I grasp his hands and plant a soft kiss on his knuckles knowing that he wouldn't mind. I feel he needs some assurance because right now, I don't even trust my own words as I speak them. I can hear his breathing grow shallow as I do. His hands are so big and strong. Richard's hands are nothing like his. Harry is better...much better.

"I'm glad that we've cleared the air. I wouldn't want you running out on me," Harry stands and is beaming down at me.

"Of course not. Where would I go? I have no choice," I grin.

"You're right because I'll find you so don't even bother," he shrugs but he's thoroughly amused with his response. However, it brings me back to reality as I recall Richard's threatening text:

... I'll find you and when I do I look forward to hearing your last breath..Make it count*

 

"You alright? You seem on edge," Harry asks concerned. I shake my head.

"Hey, please don't worry. Look I know that I can't take away your hurt but please don't dwell on what that guy said. I just wanna let you know that I ain't going to let him go near you, I promise."

"But you don't know him. He will find me and when he does.." 

"But he's not. I will take care of you. I can't let that happen."

"Aren't you scared? What if he does something to you? I couldn't let that happen."

"But he's not and no I'm not scared. I just wanna make sure you're safe."

"You seem so sure."

"I have to be. It's a part of who I am." those trusting words hang in the air as silence bathes us. I sag a little in relief but it's not enough to get rid of my anxiety, something I know all too well. I've lived with it for as long as I remember. The silence is comfortable as we eat.

"So I was thinking that maybe I could take you shopping," Harry asks nonchalantly. I can hear an undercurrent in his voice as he says this. I look up from my plate in shock. Before I know it, I burst out laughing. He looks at me as if I were crazy.

"What's so funny about that?" he pouts and I try but fail to stifle my giggles.

"You? Take me shopping? Yeah, because that's what you really want to do," I manage to splutter in between my laughter. His expression is of amusement.

"I'm glad you find me funny and I happen to know a thing or two about fashion. I need to rid you of those horrible clothes and find you something that compliments your figure and that beautiful face," he whispers, making me writhe in my seat. He smiles a smug smile as if he knows just what he's doing. How cheeky.

"My clothes are fine. I only have $80 which is suppose to last me for sometime."

"Hey, don't worry about that. It's on me. I insist."

"But how are you going to afford it?"

"Ouch! I will let you know that I happen to have a good-paying job so don't worry about it. Plus, I never said it was going to be expensive. I go to the outlets, they're the shops you wanna go to. Oh wait! I do remember that I have some of my mum's old clothes from when she was young. She didn't want to get rid of them so left them here just in case. I don't think she'd want them now and I think that you'll be able to fit them," Harry slurps at his spaghetti that he'd prepared. His mother is still knocked out on the couch. Man, can that woman sleep. 

"Um..that's okay. I don't think she'd be happy about that little arrangement," I whisper as I swipe my finger around the plate.

"Just ignore my mother. When she's under my roof then what say's goes."

"I can't exactly do that. What is wrong with your mother? Is she okay?" I nod toward her resting figure. Harry shrugs.

"Nothing's wrong. She's been known to sleep for long periods. Exhaustion eventually gets the better of her but don't worry. She'll come round. She has too," Harry tilts his head back and slurps on the spaghetti. I watch him, fascinated. He catches my eye and I look down quickly in embarrassment. What is wrong with me?

"You can watch me all you want Cynthia. I don't mind. I've been known to be eye-candy," he wriggles his eyebrows and I can't help but laugh. He's grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Oh really? And what poor girl did you blind?" I raise my left eyebrow. He clutches at his heart mockingly.

"Why Cynthia, I am wounded! And a lot actually but let us not indulge in that. I wouldn't want to rid you of my stories." 

"I'd like to know." I whisper and a dark look crosses his face as if he's just regretted what he's said but in a second he's back.

"Are you full? Would you like more?" he raises from his chair and makes his way to the sink with a far-away look etched on his beautiful face. Yes, he's definitely eye-candy.

"No, I'm alright."

"That's good. The rest is in the fridge if you want more and don't worry about mum, I've packed her away a plate. She loves my bolognese. I could show you her clothes after this," he smiles but it looks forced. I know he's trying to distract me. It works.

"That was lovely. Possibly the best meal that I've had yet and I'd love to."

"Great, well I'll just clean up and I'll be with you shortly."

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