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Dedicated to: Daddy for always being there and loving me.
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Thump…thump…thump
She heard him coming up the stairs. She held back her tears; he didn't like tears. Tears were a sign that she didn't like him and she was supposed to love him.
Thump…thump…thump
He did this every night. Come into her room, see her, love her. She knew that he loved her. He always has and always will. He just didn't know his own strength. He never hurt her when she didn't deserve it. Like yesterday when she didn't clean the dishes quick enough like he told her too, she got a beating. After all these years she should've known better and deserved what he gave her.
Tonight he was coming to punish her again. She knew that. She had eaten too much at lunch and dinner today. She was putting on weight and he didn't like that.
She heard the door open and he stepped inside. She knew not too smile; that was cheeky.
She stood in front of him, naked, and waited for him to strip out of his own clothes and push her to the bed. There, he started his punishment and left early the next morning, finally satisfied, the girl curling up into a ball, blood on her body and the sheets underneath her. She told herself that he still loved her and that she had got what was coming to her for disobeying him.
It was then that Hermione Granger fell into a nightmare filled sleep.
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Her parents had died when she was 14 and because she didn't have any existing family left, Hermione had been placed under the care of her father's best friend. Brendan Fenton had taken her into his house and kept out of her way for the first few weeks. That was until a letter came to her from Hogwarts with her new school book list. He found out she was a witch and punished her for not telling him by locking her into her room for 3 days without any food. He had told her when he let her out that he loved her and was sorry but he was just so shocked and had overreacted. She bought it.
From then on, he treated her not as a daughter but as someone would a new girlfriend. Kissing her on the cheek, buying her presents here and there until finally he consummated there relationship. She thought it weird that a man in his 30's was acting like that to a 14 year old but because everyone thought her ugly she accepted it.
From then on, no matter what, Hermione would try to make him happy and love her. Although Harry and Ron had treated her as a best friend, she knew they didn't really love her and just used her for her book smarts. When they were alive, her parents had never had enough time for her and so, she had grown up without knowing what love truly was. She believed Brendan when he told her this is what it felt like.
No one knew what happened in his house and no one at school knew that Hermione's parents were gone. They lived their happy, carefree lives, oblivious to her decreasing health and bad habits. It was then she truly knew that only Brendan could love her and no one else. She was a shell that existed only to make everyone else happy.
Hermione walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. There was no need to lock it, he had gone to work and she was alone till 4 in the afternoon. Taking out her razor, she ran it across her wrist and watched as the crimson blood flowed down them and onto the floor. She couldn't feel the pain any more; she'd resorted to this too many times in her life. She would never try to kill herself though; she couldn't leave him by himself. She just cut to remember that she was still alive.
Remembering she had things to do, she stood up and washed away the blood from her wrists in the basin. Looking into the mirror, she noticed her prominent collarbones, sallow skin, black bags under eyes and ratty hair.
No wonder I got that punishment last night. I look so ugly. I better take a shower and put some make up on so I look more acceptable. Oh, and I'm looking quite fat at the moment, better lay off the food for a while.
With that in mind, she turned on the water and stepped into the shower.
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The next week passed in the same fashion every other week did. She did what he said and when she forgot, she got punished. She got no owls with letters from her so-called friends. She thought she had on Wednesday but it was only from Hogwarts with her book list and Head Girl badge.
She should've been excited but she always knew she was going to get it. I mean, no one else puts as much work into their studies as she did, but then, everyone had friends and things to do.
Hermione didn't get too lonely though. She always had her books and the razor who did serve as a friend to her in most ways. She just had to make sure no one saw the cuts on her wrists. There was no charm to make them go away if they were self inflicted.
Brendan had sent her to the hair dressers the day before to do something about 'that rats nest' on the top of her head. She ended up getting her hair dyed midnight black and her curls straightened. She looked decent now, which was acceptable for him. She was glad; anything for Brendan.
She heard him open the door and say goodnight. Nothing was going to happen tonight. She had been a good girl. Turning over, Hermione went to sleep; tomorrow she was going back to school.
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Hey guys, I know it's a bit short but I thought I would get your opinions on this story before I continued with it. So yea, if you could comment and tell me your thoughts I'll see if I should continue.
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