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Chapter 1 pain and more pain

"Dang, I don't think I can mend this Remy." Draco said, while forcing some skele-grow down Remy's throat. "Well at least not properly, anyway what did you do this time to make him so angry?"

Remy turned her head, but forcing a sharp pain to run up through her four broken ribs, made her clench with pain. "I don't know exactly, all I remember is accidentally closing the bathroom door too loudly, and opening the window."

"Oh, I understand now," Draco, whispered trying to let her rest on his pillow, which actually could have belonged to Remy, since she was in his room a lot, recovering.

"Thanks Draco, I don't know what I would do without you."

"You would be in very bad shape, and you would be very lonely." Draco replied a small smile forming on his face.

While the silence lingered, Remy thought about a lot of things mostly about her life during the summer breaks. However much Remy tried to forget about it, the truth was the truth. She was always in bad shape; in the last summer she received two head concussions, eight fractured wrists, too many broken ribs to count, and multiple bruises. This summer though, was the worst of all the summers combined. See, when Remy was five years old her parents were murdered, so she was adapted to an abusive wizard family. Living right across from the Malfoy manor, though was the only good thing about living there. Remy drifted off to sleep while she thought about these things and her breath soon found a consistent rhythm. Draco looked down at Remy and brushed a piece of hair off her face; trying not to wake her Draco moved off the bed and fell asleep on the floor.

The next morning Draco awoke to find Remy gone as usual, but this time Draco felt an insecurity he never felt before. Something bad is going to happen to that girl, Draco thought after he picked himself off the floor. Birds were chirping and Draco shuffled across the room, making his way to his balcony, Draco thought how ironic it was that the birds were chirping merrily, right after his best friend received one of the worst beatings this summer. "I'm scared," Draco found himself whispering, finally realizing that he truly cared for her.

Earlier that morning, the sun started to peak through Draco's curtains and Remy awoke. Feeling pain everywhere Remy slipped off the bed and made her way to the balcony. She pulled the door open and slid out side. Once she was outside, she headed to the railing and hoisted her legs over the edge and shimmied down the house. Her feet hit the ground and she ran back to her house and crept into her own window and collapsed on the floor. Hoping that she didn't make to much noise, Remy made her way over to her bed and fell asleep on impact. An hour past and Remy still had not bee disturbed, once she opened her eyes Remy felt very insecure. Only times were she was recovering or alone would she not be yelled at or used. This was different; Remy closed her eyes and opened them again.

Draco took one last deep breath then turned to go back inside. The summer was never fun for the two; both were burdened with bad families. One more so than the other, Draco showered then threw on some clothes. During the summer, Draco really didn't care about what he wore; however even though he was just getting dressed, Draco couldn't help himself but think that something wasn't right. He grabbed a jacket and made his way downstairs, where his mother was still sobbing about his father being in Azkaban. His mother didn't even notice Draco, as he slammed the door shut. Time was ticking away, as Draco walked to town.

Remy opened her eyes, and looked around again, nothing different Remy thought. Remy cautiously opened the door and stuck her head out, but before she could decide not to go any further. Someone pulled her out of her room by the head.

"Where were you last night?" Adam asked.

"No where, now let go of me," Remy said trying with all her might to cover her plea with confidence.

"No, I was looking for you last night, but you weren't in you're room. I think that deserves an explanation." Adam said, and then slapped Remy's face.

Remy's left side was red but that was the least of her worries. Her eyes shuffled over the floor then went black as Adam punched her in the ribs. "Stop," Remy yelled but as usual it made no difference, Remy felt tears well up in her eyes but wouldn't let them flow. Adam reached for Remy's neck and grabbed it forcefully shoving her into the wall beside her. With his other free hand, Adam ripped off Remy's shirt, during the process Remy felt kicks, punches but most of all pain. Unbearable pain, surged through her body, Adam finally left Remy in a heap, but not after her successfully heard bones break, and finished rapping her.

I'm dead, I'm dead, is all that Remy could think. Never have I felt, so, so, Remy couldn't finish her thoughts because she felt that someone was watching her. And true it was, Larry the leader of the abusers was standing in front of Remy, hunger in his eyes. He finished his beer and threw the bottle aside, which made a shattering glass sound. He took one swift kick at Remy's stomach, then threw himself onto her and rapped her. Larry pulled apart Remy's legs and held them firmly so pain was shooting up threw her body. He bruised her everywhere making her look like a purple monster, even her face was covered. He mumbled many things calling her a bitch and a whore, but Remy took none to heart, instead she steadied her self and fought at every chance she got. Even when he had one hand on her throat, Remy kicked and screamed, through the unbelievable pain, emotionally, and physically. However after Larry hit her head so hard, Remy blacked out and awoke to feeling no emotions, no feelings were surging threw her body, not even anger as Larry exited her body and slapped her around a bit.

"You sure are a good ride," Larry said. Then he zipped up his pants and left.

Knowing what was coming next, Remy ran. She ran to her room and as fast as lighting, she pulled on pants and shirt. She threw herself out of her window and ran away not taking one look back, as she heard yells of anger call out of her old house.

Draco walked to town and didn't know what to do; he decided just to turn back, so that's what he did. He got back to his house and just thought about how long till school started. "There is nothing to do," Draco exclaimed as he fell back onto his bed, which to his surprise was still warm from Remy, and fell asleep.