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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9. Chapter 9.

Cynthia's P.O.V

Harry's just gone to work so I have the place to myself. I'm wearing one of his mum's tops and some cut jeans with my chucks. My hair is up into a messy bun and I'm chilling by the pool. I love the water; so calm and peaceful. It would've been so hard for him to lose his dad. I can't wrap my head around the fact that our stories are so similar. It's rather scary to be honest. Harry said that he'd be back at night with his mum in tow. I feel sorry for her yet I don't. Why is she such a brat? I sigh. Richard won't be able to find me here. Pfft, I doubt he'd even make the effort. He's probably given up now. Those texts were just to scare me. Mum won't let him or would she? I really don't know anymore.

I go back into the house when I can hear my phone go off. I freeze up as I let it go to voice-mail before going to grab it. 

*3 missed calls*

All from Richard. Why can't he just give up?! I ring up voice-mail and listen as I hear his chilling voice break the utter silence:

'Cynthia Jade Bloom, so you've chosen to ignore my calls now? Well that ain't the most friendly way to do things and you know just as much as I do that I hate it when people do that. Your mummy's missing you, says she wants you back and quite frankly, so do I.

'Listen here little missy, if you don't get your smart little ass back here then I have no choice but to hurt your mummy and I know you wouldn't want that so be a darling and reply would ya?

His words transport me back to the memories that haunt my mind. He wouldn't. He would. I shiver as I throw my phone against the wall.

"Why can't you leave me alone!?" I scream as I pound my fists against the wall. I start to cry, sliding down to the ground in a crumbled heap. I know that I won't be able to escape, no matter what I do or where I go. That's when I reluctantly hatch a plan.

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