The Broken One

***Andy’s P.O.V***
I open the door of my car before grabbing the plastic bags full of groceries out of the backseat. I walk up the driveway and unlock the front door, letting myself in. I kick off my shoes and start to go into the kitchen, wondering where Cynthia is.
Right as the thought runs through my mind I see her.
I drop the groceries at my feet and run over to her, carefully trying to avoid stepping on the broken bits of glass around her. The smell of alcohol is strong and I realize quickly where the glass came from.
“Cynthia? Cynthia, open your eyes”
I say, my heart slamming in my chest as memories of the last time I found her unconscious rush back to me. I kneel beside her and take her head in between my hands.
Her bloodshot eyes flutter open and try to focus on me. I can see her confusion and can tell she’s pretty drunk.
I run my eyes over her body to see if she’s alright and my eyes stop at her arm, my heart sinking at the sight of the fresh cuts and dried blood.
“Come on”
I murmur and place my hands under her arms to pull her up.
When she stands up she wobbles quite a bit. I place my arm around her waist and help her up the stairs to the bathroom.
I sit her down on the edge of the bathtub and dig through the medicine cabinet until I find a pack of band aides and antiseptic wipes.
I go back over to her and kneel in front of her, taking her arm in my hand and holding it out. I take a wipe and gently try to rub the dried blood off. She flinches but doesn’t pull away.
After I clean each cut I place bandages over them, one by one.
“Why’d you do it?”
I ask her, my voice a whisper. She looks at me but doesn’t say anything for a second.
“I h-had a dreeam. It wasth about…it was the sthame as last night”
She say, slurring some of her words. I feel anger rise inside me. All this was because of Him.
“I don’t feel good”
I hear Cynthia say as I redirect my focus on her. She looks like she’s about to be sick, which wouldn’t be surprising considering how much she drank.
Before she starts to puke everywhere I pull her over to the toilet and prop her up in front of it. I hold her hair back as she begins to retch.
After about ten minutes of this, she stops, her stomach probably empty now, and leans back against me, starting to cry.
“Hey hey hey, its ok”
I say, standing up and gently pulling her up after me. I pull her into my arms and stroke her hair softly. After a minute I pull away and lead her down the hall and into her room.
“Lay down, you'll feel better in a little while, just take it easy”
I say. She lays down and curls herself in a little ball.
I leave her like that and walk back downstairs, my anger from earlier returning quickly. I pull out my phone and dial the first name that’s on my contacts list. CC.
He picks up after a few rings.
“Hello”
He says.
“Hey CC, I was wondering if you could come over and um… babysit I guess. I have something I need to go do but I don’t want to leave Cynthia alone”
I say.
“I'm finally gonna get to meet her? Sure, when do you need me there?”
He asks, happy as usual.
“As soon as you can get here”
I say, plans of revenge swirling around my mind.
Quinten’s luck is over.

Notes

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE!!! :D

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