The Broken One

***Andy’s P.O.V***
After signing what seemed like a million papers, I was finally able to bring Cynthia home.
Before we left Dr. Wesley brought in a pair of grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt, assuming Cynthia probably wouldn’t want to wear the hospital clothes she already had on. She also gives me a plastic bag filled with the medicine I need to have Cynthia take. She explains it all and them wishes me luck before leaving.
I step out of the room as Cynthia gets changed.
“I'm ready”
I hear her say, quiet as a mouse, as she comes out of the room.
“Alright”
I murmur, putting my arm around her shoulders and guiding her out of the building and out into the breezy night air. I pull my keys from my pocket and unlock the car, waiting for her to get in before closing her door and walking around the side of the car to my side.
I get in and start the engine. I back out of the parking space and begin the thirty minute ride home.
Every few minutes I glance over at Cynthia. Most of the time she's gazing out the window, staring into the darkness as houses and buildings fly by.
Before I know it I'm pulling into the drive way. I look over at Cynthia and see her eyes are closed, she must have fallen asleep.
I reach over and nudge her shoulder gently.
“Time to wake up, we’re home”
I say quietly, not wanting to scare her. Her eyes flutter open as she wakes up.
We both get out of the car and go inside. Cynthia sticks close to my side. When we get inside Cynthia automatically goes to the stairs and starts making her way up them.
“Where you going?”
I ask her, holding her bag of medicine up.
“You have medicine to take”
I say. She stops and turns around to look at me.
“But I'm tired”
She weakly complains.
“It’ll only take a second, come here”
I say, grinning at her annoyance. She walks back down the stairs and comes over to me. I sort through the bag and take out the pills that Dr. Wesley said to give her. I hand them to her and she downs them.
“Can I trust you to be alone?”
I ask softly, not knowing if she’s gonna try to cut again or do something stupid. She looks at me, a hint of hurt in her eyes, before nodding.
“Can I go to bed now?”
She asks. I nod and she goes back to the stairs and walks up them, disappearing into her room a few seconds later.
I take the bag of medicine and walk into the kitchen with it. I place the bottles in a cabinet and go back into the living room. I sit down on the couch and switch on the TV. Since its only about nine l decide to stay up a little bit longer.
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I must have fallen asleep because I'm woken up to the sound of screaming. It takes a second for me to wake up completely and realize the screams are coming from upstairs.
Cynthia
I jump up from the couch and run up the stairs, scared to death that something bad is happening.
I get to her room and burst through the door. The first thing I see is Cynthia, tears running down her face, eyes closed, and squirming around under the covers, as if she were trying to push someone off her. I can tell she’s asleep.
I step over to the bed and sit down next to her. I place my hands on her shoulders and gently shake her awake. It takes her a second to open her eyes and stop screaming. She looks at me, her scared, teary eyes wide. After taking a glance around the room and realizing she was just dreaming she sits up and collapses against me and wrapping her arms tightly around my midsection, her heartbroken sobs making her shoulders tremble.
I put my arms around her and hold her, not saying anything, just letting her calm down.
Eventually her sobs weaken and turn into small sniffs and whimpers.
“What’s wrong?”
I ask quietly.
“It’s nothing, it was just a dream”
She mumbles against my chest, sounding like she’s trying to convince herself more than she’s trying to convince me.
“Cynthia, what happened at the hospital?”
I ask, guessing that was what the dream she was having was about. She doesn’t say anything. I gently tug her off of me and hold her in front of me by the shoulders so I can see her. I notice she won’t look me in the eye, almost as if she’s embarrassed.
“Talk to me”
I murmur. She opens her mouth as if to start talking but then shuts it. She looks up at me, seemingly trying to decide if she should tell me.
“He raped me”
She blurts.

Notes

So whats Andy going to do now?
How's he gonna react?

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~becca