"BLOODY HELL NARCISSA! I WORK MY ASS OFF AT THE GODDAMN MINISTRY AND I GO HOME TO THIS HELL YOU CALL A HOUSE! DON'T YELL AT ME FOR NOT DOING ANYTHING AROUND HERE! WHY DON'T YOU GET OFF YOUR FAT ASS AND START MOVING BITCH!"
"THAT'S ALL I AM TO YOU! A STUPID BITCH! I'M SICK OF ALL THIS BULLSHIT YOU PUT ME THROUGH EVERYDAY! I KNEW YOU WERE AN ASS THE MOMENT I MET YOU!"
"YOU'RE THE DUMB ONE! YOU MARRIED ME!"
"AGAINST MY WILL!"
Through the shouting, a boy around the age of 15, was sitting upstairs in his room tearing up anything he could see. He was sick of the fighting.
Everyday, when his father would come home, his mother would start yelling. That was when all hell broke loose. Though his mother had a bad temper, one could only imagine his father's. Lucius was once a Death-Eater. A follower of Voldemort. He learned to be vicious from the Death-Eaters. Never took any crap from anyone, not even his wife. Draco, was the only one he truly cared for. And Draco knew this, but he hated how his father neglected his mother. But he wasn't too happy with his mother either. She always treated him as if he was as worthless as his father. It made him resent Narcissa. But all he wanted was a full family. A mother and a father who loved each other. His parents were the complete opposite.
Draco, holding in his tears, started to kick his pillows. He pulled the curtains, anything he could get a hold of, he ripped. He was tired of the same old things.
He wanted to get out. He needed to get out. That's when it hit him. He couldn't stay there. He needed to talk to someone who understood. Who knew what was going on behind the scenes. A person who never yelled at him like his father did or put him down like his mother. One of the Malfoy's close confidante, Paula. Draco took a few clothes, a couple books and headed out. He mounted his broom and left a note in his room saying, "Can't take this! At a friend's"
As Draco flew through the air, it made him happy. He was able to breathe. Think clearly. He felt good inside and forgot about all his worries.
Back at the Malfoy Manor, things were still not going as well.
"DON'T YOU DARE EVER CRITICIZE WHAT I'VE DONE AROUND HERE! I PROBABLY TAKE MORE CARE OF DRACO THAN YOU EVER DID!" Lucius spat.
"WELL MAYBE, IF YOU TAUGHT HIM HOW TO RESPECT AND BEHAVE INSTEAD OF BEING SUCH A POMPOUS ASS! THEN MAYBE I WOULDN'T TREAT HIM LIKE I DO NOW" Narcissa yelled.
That one sentence had hit a nerve. Lucius was infuriated. His face was red, his eyes, colder and icier than ever before, he slapped her straight across the face. Narcissa was crying, her lip was bleeding from the slap. She ran out of the house immediately. Lucius so angry, sat down to catch his breathe. He thought about everything as he slowly drifted off to sleep.
KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK
"Coming!" a woman yelled out.
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"Dammit! I said I was coming!"
Draco was outside. Clutching his things tightly. Nervous she wouldn't take him in. The door opened and standing at the door was a woman with dark black flowing hair. Her eyes were dark as the midnight sky. She was wearing a black silk night gown and she looked like she had just woken up.
"Draco! What are you doing here? It's like past midnight!" she exclaimed.
"I know. But, I couldn't stand being home anymore. They're fighting again and I needed to leave. Paula, I feel like I'm suffocating there. Mother and Father just keep bickering and it becomes an all night thing. I can't sleep and it gets me so angry."
"Alright. Come in. You can spend the night here. BUT, I have to tell your father tomorrow."
"That's fine with me" Draco replied