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Cybomb

Warning: depressing/triggering/all that dandy stuff that represents how I'm feeling but honestly who gives a crap....

It had been a few days since Timebomb had found Cywren after the many years they had been separated. He noticed how much she had changed, and it scared him.

Sure, she was still the adorable lovable Cywren Caster he had grown attached to, but he was starting to see a much more sad side of her.

It was another long day of doing chores when he noticed something new. As they walked to the motel, he noticed a few more scars on her body that he hadn't noticed before.

He knew she didn't get those from their adventures today. He made sure nothing hurt her.

Inside the motel, Cywren passed out on the bed, curling up in a ball and shutting her eyes. He watched her fall asleep, sitting on the couch.

It wasn't too long before he started to zone out, and begin to fall asleep.

But what woke him up made him jump in his skin.

He was startled awake by a cry coming from the bed. Looking over, he was surprised to find Cywren crying and screaming in her sleep, clinging to the bed sheets.

When he reached out to touch her shoulder, he jumped when she weakly punched him in the arm, and curled herself into a defensive position. Her eyes were glued shut and tears began rolling down her face.

"Please don't hurt me anymore! Please!"

Those words stung him like a knife in his chest.

"Cywren, it's me! I would never hurt you!"

Whimpers from the fragile girl wrecked her body for a moment, before she opened her eyes, tears pooling in them.

"T-Timebomb..." She cried weakly, her body shaking in hopes that this was real and not another nightmare.

He reached out a hand, but it caused her to flinch and back away, whimpering. "No no no no please..."

Seeing her in this state made his blood boil at the thought of someone hurting her this much.

She suddenly clenched her stomach, quivering.
"I feel sick..."

He immediately stood up, and dragged her to the bathroom, making it in time before she vomited, the smell of alcohol consuming the room.

He held her hair back, while rubbing circles on her skin, feeling her tense up at his touch.

When she was done she leaned back, hot tears silently rolling down her face.

He pulled her into a hug, feeling her pull away weakly, but not long until she just accepted the hug, sobbing into his chest, her whole body shivering.

"You're okay... You're okay now..." Timebomb tried to soothe her, whispering quietly into her hair.

They stayed like that for a moment, before Timebomb pulled away, moving her so that he could carry her bridal style out of the bathroom.

As he did, he got a good look of the scars in her body, seeing a lot on her neck and arms.

Placing her in bed, he sat in front of her.

"Cywren... Could I ask you some questions? Please..."

She weakly nodded, avoiding eye contact.

He sighed, "Why do you have scars all over you..?"

She sheepishly shrugged, "S-Some are because of... Me... But most are from..." She trailed off, not wanting to say his name.

"... Benny hurt you... Didn't he..."

Cywren whimpered, nodding her head. "H-He u-used me a-and beat me and... It all hurt so much! And when I finally escaped I... I-I didn't know what to do!"

A fire burned in his heart at this new information, wishing he could make Benny pay for hurting his Cywren like this.

"I feel so broken... I felt so helpless and weak..."

Timebomb growled a little. "No. You are far from worthless and broken and weak."

"B-But..."

He pulls her into a tight hug, feeling her go tense again. "You are Cywren Caster. MY Cywren Caster. You are strong and full with life, and you mean everything to me. I was so lost without you in my life, because I realized... I love you. I love you so much Cywren..."

Her eyes completely wide, she slowly hugs back, melting into the embrace as new hot tears began to roll down her face.

Timebomb hugs her, kissing every part of her skin that he could reach. He kisses every scar, every mark that he could find on her neck and arms, making her blush brightly.

He finally pulled his face towards him, and begins to leave soft kisses on every inch of it. He kisses away her tears, and finally, he leaves a soft kiss on her lips, making her blush even brighter.

She closed her eyes, loving every moment she was with him.

She let out a sigh, resting against his chest, feeling him wrap his arms around her as she fell asleep.

She felt safe.

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Why do I write dark things best?