The Broken One

***Andy’s P.O.V***
It’s been almost a month since Cynthia came home the hospital. A month since the bastard raped her and she hasn’t stopped having nightmares about it since.
We started sleeping in the same bed after a week of me having to scramble out of my own bed and run in to comfort her every night.
Tonight has been a pretty bad night for her. She’s woken up three times already in just a couple hours. Neither of us have been getting much sleep lately. Every time she wakes up, I wake up. The rest of the band has noticed how worn out I've been.
Worn out or not though, I’d do anything to keep Cynthia from being scared or having flashbacks. My feelings for her have changed since I've had her in a frightening way for me. I care about her too much, in ways I shouldn’t be, I'm twenty-two, she's only fifteen…
I get pulled from my thoughts when Cynthia quietly whimpers. I look down at her, laying in my arms fast asleep. I expect her to start crying out like when she’s having a dream but thankfully, she doesn’t make another sound, just snuggles closer to my chest.
I tighten my arms around her, admiring her peaceful, innocent looking face, wishing that I could protect her from the rest of the world and never let anything hurt her.
I look at the clock on the nightstand beside the bed. It reads 3:07 a.m. I sigh, knowing I need to get to sleep.
I shut my eyes and listen to Cynthia’s steady breathing, slowly drifting off into an undisturbed sleep.

Notes

Thank you so much to everyone who commented a suggestion, it really helped and I'm trying my best to incorporate all your ideas into the story. Also, this chapter is super short so sorry about that, the next will be longer.

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