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oO - WARNING: ABUSIVE BEHAVIOUR, & SLURS - Oo
Torment
AlwaysPadfoot
Terry felt his arm break; that was the sixteenth time this summer.
His step-brother seemed to be practicing, seeing if he could beat his previous time, at how fast he could snap the bones in Terry's arm. He was down to less than thirty seconds.
Terry winced as Derek let go and he dropped to his knees. The Ravenclaw couldn't look up at the sickening glint he knew would be present in Derek's eyes as he leered over him. He'd seen it before, again and again, until it was burnt into his head and he saw it in his nightmares every night.
The toe of Derek's boot connected with Terry's ribs and his body slammed against the wall.
Terry was panting, trying desperately to catch his breath when a thick globule of spit hit his face.
"You worthless piece of shit," Derek sneered. "You can't do anything right."
Terry was supposed to have tidied his step-brothers room; instead he'd broken one of the frames of Derek's many, many signed Quidditch pictures. It was an unforgivable error. There was no escaping it — no chance to subtly fix it — Derek had taken him by the arm and twisted hard and fast. It had been almost too easy for him.
"You're gonna pick up every piece of glass." He grabbed Terry's hair and lurched him forward pushing his face towards the carpet. "Every fucking piece with your teeth, and if I find any you've missed... I will get it all out of the bin and force-feed it to you."
Having no choice, Terry followed his step-brother's orders. Pain shot through his arm and filtered through to the remainder of his body.
When Derek was finally satisfied, he left Terry alone. When he was sure Derek wasn't going to return any time soon, Terry winced as he performed the best healing magic he knew. His arm wasn't right and he knew it, but he could do nothing else. With his step-father refusing to treat him any better than a house elf, and his step-brothers tormenting him on a daily basis, Terry felt trapped under a self-inflicted silence.
His fingers burnt from all the domestic potions he was using to clean the grime of his brother's room. Unfortunately, as the hours dragged on, all Terry could find were imperfections. They probably wouldn't even have been noticed by anyone else but him. He was losing the will to carry on, and if he allowed himself to let a mistake be picked up on then it was his own fault. They'd beat him until he fell unconscious and shout slurs at him with every hit.
Worthless. Faggot. Bastard.
Terry couldn't go another day of summer knowing that it might be his fault. He was counting the days down until he went back to Hogwarts — twelve days left. Neither of his step-brothers would be there; Terry would finally be free to walk the Hogwarts corridors without fear that Derek or Jacob would be right around the corner.
Terry's arm twinged as he scrubbed the last mark from the carpet, sucking on the cut in his lip.
"Twelve days left," he whispered, "just twelve days until you get to go home."
HOGWARTS: [DADA: The Unforgivables] - [Task 2: Write about someone being tormented] - [Extra Prompt: Unforgivable (word)]
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