Disclaimer: I am not and never will be named Stephanie Meyer or J.K. Rowling, I am only borrowing. I will return the boys when I am done xD
A/N: This is my first attempt at a multi-chapter fan fiction so your reviews will be greatly appreciated. My chapters mightn't be that long but that means quicker updates hopefully :D
Warning: Contains strong adult themes, violence and abuse scenes. Nothing after this chapter will be so graphic so I do apologise in advance. Don't read it if you don't like the warning. That is all.
Chapter One: Hell on Earth.
Draco POV.
I closed my eyes as the fist descended, waiting for the sickening crunch on my jaw. To my immense surprise it never came. Instead a hard kick to the stomach caught me off guard and sent me reeling across the dark room. Trying desperately to supress the gut wrenching waves of nausea flooding my body, I stood up and stared into my father's cold, grey eyes. Brushing the matted hair out of my face, I couldn't help but notice that the eyes staring back at me were exactly the same as my own. The very thought of any resemblance between myself and the monster standing in front of me, turned my stomach. I fell to my knees as he stalked across the room. Tears welled up in my eyes and one spilled down my bloody cheek, the salt water stinging on an open cut as it fell. I curled into a ball to try and avoid the wrath of my father. I whimpered as he grabbed my arm and heaved me to my feet.
Lucius snarled and slapped my face, sending my head slamming into the cold, hard brick wall behind me. More tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I spat out the warm blood pooling in my mouth. I avoided Lucius' eyes as he lent down. I pulled away as I felt his warm breath on my neck. His hands held my head still. I tried to keep my face expressionless as his tongue darted over my earlobe. I winced as his nails dug into my cheeks drawing blood. I felt the warm trickles flowing down my face, mingling with the tear tracks and dirt leaving trails of muck on my usually pristine skin. I shuddered as he began to whisper in my ear. "You are nothing to me Draco. You are a freak not worthy of the Malfoy name. You won't ever amount to anything. I won't let you. Do you understand that Draco? You are mine." More tears began to slide down my cheeks as I listened to his poisonous voice. The saddest part was that I actually believed him. I know that I am worthless and a waste of space. I am no good to anyone broken and bloody like this.
The monster grabbed my arm, spun me around and shoved my head back into the wall with his elbow. I cried out as he pulled on my shoulder length platinum blonde hair, another of the sickening similarities between us. He roughly brushed the hair away from my neck scraping at the soft skin with his bloody fingernails. I felt his hot breath on my neck hating even just the thought of what I knew he would do next. His teeth grazed the length of my throat and then clamped down. His tongue then licked the blood away and I knew his face would be lit up in same satisfied smirk as always. Sensing I was on the verge of passing out, Lucius reached around to my front undoing my belt buckle and sliding my pants down to my ankles. I grimaced as he pushed me bodily against the wall. My eyes flashed with anger as he shoved himself roughly into me ripping and tearing at the sensitive skin.
His fingers bruised my hips as he pulled me closer to him frantically thrusting into me. Sobbing hysterically, the monster began to hit me as he moved away bruising me further. Bleeding and muscles aching, it seemed that my entire body had been engulfed in white hot flames. Defeated once again I gave in to the clouding blackness of unconsciousness, Lucius' steely gaze filling the black void.
Blonde hair stuck to my face as I woke, breathing heavily "Not again," I whispered to myself. Clammy and sticky, the luxurious black satin of my sheets clung to my pale skin. Stretching my stiff limbs, I saw the large purple blotches covering my arms and legs. Sighing, I ran my hand through my hair to get it out of my eyes, cringing as I found crimson stained tangles in the platinum strands.
I got up, hobbling a little as I turned to the bathroom. I stripped off my black cotton sleep pants, shuddering at the thought of my father having to change me while I was out of it. I stepped in front of the floor length mirror and gasped as I saw the extent of the damage. My face was blackened and swollen, my lips bloody and a tooth was cracked. My torso was covered in hand shaped bruises and long superficial cuts. Hips bruised and thighs aching, it truly was a miracle that the magic had already started healing me; else I wouldn't have even been able to stand. Probably most disconcerting though was the thick trail of dried blood on the inside of my thigh. "He couldn't even clean up after himself," I said to my woeful looking reflection. With the long white blonde hair, grey dull eyes and long tall frame, it was like looking at a younger version of my father. I retched at the thought and fell to my knees in front of the toilet. When there was nothing else left in my stomach, I got up shakily and shuffled to the vanity sink. I reached for my toothbrush and thoroughly cleaned my mouth, ridding myself of the salty slightly metallic flavour left over from last night. "I don't deserve to be a Malfoy," I said, watching my swollen lips move tentatively in the mirror. I turned away from my reflection, ashamed and disgusted with what I saw, feeling the waves of dizziness threatening to swallow me again.
I shook my head and moved toward the heavy glass door of the shower, pulling it open slowly. Turning on the taps, I inhaled sharply at the coolness of the water on my tainted skin. I reached for the loofah and shower gel, flinching as the water cleaned my open wounds. I began to clean myself gently, relishing in the warmth of the water. I turned around and let the force of the water massage my head and the back of my shoulders. I closed my eyes and leant back into the hot, steamy stream. Lost in the heavenly feeling, I didn't even notice when my father slipped into the bathroom. I opened my eyes and my breath hitched in my throat. My grey eyes were staring back at me. Panic flooded my body as I fell back against the wall. Lucius had never pushed things this far before. The morning was my time. I needed this time to recover. Wet hair plastered to his head, the monster moved forward. My eyes widened in fear. All of my instincts told me to run, but I had nowhere to run to. Adrenaline pumped into my bloodstream as I braced myself for his onslaught. I found myself wishing that I could be anywhere but here. Over and over again as Lucius' hands roamed my skin, I wished for a safe and happy place. Then just as the monster lifted his hand to hit me, a loud crack echoed around the bathroom and all of a sudden I was lost in a sea of glorious black oblivion.
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