The Broken One
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***Trigger Warning***
***Andy’s P.O.V***
“Fine. We won’t go to the police”
I say, watching as relief washes over her tear-streaked face.
“Thank you”
She says quietly.
I sigh and stand up, going back over to my chair and sitting down. Just because I'm not turning this Quinten guy in doesn’t mean I'm done with him, and I'm not by far. But I can’t worry about that at the moment.
“I have to go to the grocery store today, I think you should come with me”
I say, shutting down my laptop and closing the lid.
“Do I have to?”
She asks, finishing up her cereal.
“I think it would be good if you got out of the house, get some fresh air instead of being cooped up in here”
I say, not adding how I still don’t completely trust her to be alone for any amount of time.
“Do I have to?”
She asks again, frowning.
“You don’t have to but I’d prefer that you did”
I say, being nicer then I should and letting her decide.
“I want to stay home”
She says, giving me her most innocent expression, knowing it’ll work on me.
“Then I guess you can”
I say, standing up and walking to the closet to grab a jacket. I slip it on and check my pocket to make sure I have my keys and phone.
“I should be back in a little while. If you need anything call me, ok?”
I say to Cynthia.
“Ok”
She says.
“See you in a while then”
I say, opening the door and heading out to my car, not knowing yet that that was the wrong decision to make.
***Cynthia’s P.O.V***
After Andy leaves I get up and go into the living room. After turning on the TV I lay down on the couch, it’s not like I have anything else to do.
I flip through channels, failing to find anything that interests me.
Every little sound I here makes me jump, I'm still not comfortable being alone, not after what happened.
I give up on the TV and turn it back off. I lay my head back on one of the couch pillows and stare up at the ceiling, my mind wandering, focusing on nothing in particular.
It doesn’t take long for my eyes to get heavy and close, leading me to sleep. But after no more than five minutes, my sleep is interrupted by the same dream as the night before. It’s exactly the same accept when I wake up this time, Andy isn’t here to comfort me.
I sit up, gasping for air and trying to blink away tears that are coming from my eyes like rain in a thunderstorm.
Memories of what Quinten did flash through my head like a never ending horror movie. I can feel him on me, his hands groping me, his hot breath on my face, his body pressed against me, in me.
It’s just too much, I want it out of my head, I want to forget.
I stumble to the kitchen and took around, trying to remember which cabinet Andy keeps alcohol in.
I go over to one of them and open it, my guess on which one it was, correct.
I reach for a bottle, not caring what it is.
Before opening the bottle I see that its vodka.
I put the bottle to my mouth and take a large swallow, choking a little as it burns my throat.
I ignore the burn and swallow more, welcoming the dizzy feeling that begins to come with each mouthful.
After half the bottles gone I set it down on the floor and sink down next to it, my body’s numb just like my mind.
The alcohol didn’t do quite as I expected though. Memories are still pushing their way through my mind. I still remember it all, just in an emotionless way.
I try to stand up but the rooms swirls around me. I sit back down and rub the tears angrily off my face, tired of crying, it’s all I ever do anymore.
I take the half drank bottle and smash it against the floor. The glass shatters and the clear liquid splashes against the cold white tile, some of it getting onto my sweatpants.
I pick up a shard of the glass drag it along my arm, watching as drops of blood trickle over the already scarred skin.
I make a few more cuts before throwing the piece of glass back on the floor with all the others.
I just sit there, staring in front of me at the chairs and table, feeling completely empty.
After a little while I hear a car outside the house in the driveway, I'm not with it enough to realize its Andy coming home.
I don’t realize how much I'm about to worry him.
Notes
I really do love cliff hangers :)
Sorry I didn't post for a while, Christmas was busy and my grandma is in the hospital which has made things kinda stressful and hard to make time to write.
I most likely wont be posting daily anymore like I was doing but I'll try to post at least every couple days.
Thank you to everyone whose reading and commenting.
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3/24/15