Time will tell
Wicked laughter filled the house of Hermione Lexi Granger. It was at times like
this Hermione felt like jumping through a window and leave this world. Her
father, her own father keeps on abusing her. Sometimes when he comes home
drunk, the first thing he sees he whacks. Or if he is feeling high, he rapes.
Why? Hermione would sometimes cry out in the middle of the night, hiding from
her father. Is it because of her? Or is it because of the death of her mother?
But he keeps on saying that it was her who caused her mother's death. What had
she done to provoke it?
"Come here my darling daughter," came the sick voice of Belh Granger,
"I promise you I won't do anything to you."
Hermione didn't answer, as she did not want him to follow her voice. How many
times have she fallen into that trap, thinking what her father promise it will
happen. All of it are empty promises. All of it. She vowed to herself silently
never to fall into that same trap ever again.
She crawled silently along the wall so as to not catch her father's eyes.
"I know you're there!" Mr Granger yelled impatiently.
So you're getting impatient, the brunette thought, I know you can't wait to get
your hands on me, correct father?
A few noises came from the kitchen, obviously where he is, trying to find her.
A clang of pans and pots filled the otherwise silent house. "COME HERE
NOW!"
Hermione again kept silent and concentrated on getting back to her room safe
and sound. When her room was in sight, she ran all the way to her room, not
risking slowing down her pace to see whether or not her father was chasing her.
Once she reached inside her room, she locked the door and also the bathroom
door.
Maybe it's really my fault, Hermione thought, if only I didn't go to Hogwarts
during my fifth year, then nothing would have happened.
Hermione sat on her window and looked out into the bright night sky. Those
glittering stars look so free. How many times have she sat here looking at
those stars wondering when could she be free? Dozens and millions of times
counting when she was 15 years old. For two whole years she put up with the
pain and emotional hurt. Taking a look at her old scars and fresh bruises on
her arms, legs, neck and back, Hermione felt a loathing sensation course through
her.
Since my own father already hate me, Hermione thought, why must I still follow
what he wants me to do? Even if I abide his rules he still loathes me. I will
show the world that Hermione Lexi Granger is no pushover anymore!
And with that thought in her head, she began to show herself out to the world. Hermione
totally changed.
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A/N: This is going to be a long fic and yes...if anyone else wonders why
I'm writing something else other than completing that other 2 fic that i've
written a long time a go...it's coz' I find those pretty out of my league as
those are going to be extremely long. Not just long, but with an ex and a
treme. But since I feel like entertaining you guys out there, I've created
this...Hope you all like it and review!
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