*TRANSPARENCY: This is being self-published as an original work. The story is entirely my own and contains pieces of my personal life in it. I wrote it so that all that needs be changed is names and descriptions of appearance. This story is completely nonmagical and takes place in America to a mixed Black woman. Because it is a depiction of my life.*
TRIGGER WARNING FOR ABUSE AND SKINNY SHAMING!
Caged
Chapter Eighteen
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July 30th, 2018
Everything had fallen apart.
Her friends were right: she wasn't herself anymore. She felt like a ghost, existing in an empty void through which she floated endlessly. Her bruises would heal, but the scars on her heart were eternal.
Hannah and Ginny came to visit one time, but they were distant and exchanged more glances that Hermione could count. Draco came to visit every day, but he seemed distracted and unable to carry a conversation. The people she cared about were present, but she didn't feel like they were there. Harry and Theo both came by when they weren't working, but they didn't seem to know how to look at her.
She felt like everyone was tired of her.
Speaking of her parents, they'd been cold towards her. Her father was humiliated and her mother was angry. Even though they'd both visited her for hours every day that she was in the hospital, she couldn't get them to converse with her without clipped tones. They couldn't seem to look her in the eyes.
The loneliness ate her from within.
Once she realized that her lies had cost her everything she'd been trying so hard to keep intact, she spent her days sinking into a deep depression. She gazed at her IV bag and watched calories drip, drip, drip into her arm, the occasional tear mimicking the same motion down her cheek.
There would be no escape from Adrian. Her hope was well and truly gone. She'd fought until the last ounce of strength left her. Draco had taken it with him.
She agonized over whether or not it was her fault, wondering if there was any way he would forgive her for being so fucking weak.
On the 24th, Dr. Lewis came back one final time to check in on her. He told her her concussion would heal on its own within three to six months, and recommended she take acetaminophen whenever she got a headache. To help the nurse, he delivered the results of her blood test. To Hermione's relief, he didn't mention anything that could imply that she'd been starving herself. However when he began to speak his recommendations, she felt the panic rising.
"I'm going to recommend to her primary care doctor that she see a dietitian," he had said with the gentlest of smiles directed at her sour-faced parents. "A dietitian can help her figure out the perfect arrangement of foods to encourage weight gain. She was dehydrated, but she's all right now. Just ensure that she has plenty of electrolyte-replacement drinks at home for when she's feeling faint. At least while you're working on getting her BMI back up. Other than that, her blood test and EKG came back relatively normal, so I don't think we have anything serious to worry about. I think it's just a case of going overboard with fad dieting."
Why didn't she ever speak up for herself? She was twenty-three, for fuck's sake, and she didn't want to gain weight. She didn't want to eat, and she wasn't on a damn fad diet.
She didn't want her life to be the way it was.
She didn't want to be with Adrian.
But she just sat there and let everyone else write her story, because the only thing she could control was now no longer her own to manage.
"Time to wake up, sweetheart."
Hermione looked over at her bedroom door at the sound of Jean's voice. She was already awake and had been staring at the ceiling for an hour.
She hardly slept well anymore.
"I made you some breakfast," Jean said, muffled by the closed door. "Come down stairs to eat it, okay?"
"Okay," Hermione said, wiping a stray tear from her cheek.
It felt like she hadn't stopped crying since she got home. She was sad. So, so sad. She felt like no one cared about her, and like there was no point in breathing or living if everyone thought she was just a crazy person who threw herself down stairs.
And it was her fault, too, for letting them all think that.
She'd had a chance to save herself. Officer Ramirez had been right there, waiting for her statement, and she'd thrown it all away out of fear. At the time, it made sense to her to lie, because it always made sense to lie where Adrian was concerned.
Draco was the only one she'd told the truth to, and yet he hadn't done anything with it.
Why?
She hauled herself out of bed at the sound of her father's voice in the hall. They still had to work, even if she was bruised-up with a concussion, and they weren't going to be able to leave until she'd eaten.
Walking to the closet, Hermione rummaged through her clothes. She felt like shit and looked even worse, and the aching bruises that mottled her body was an ugly shade of green against her tawny skin. Today, Adrian was supposed to pick her up for lunch with Hannah and Ginny, who he was insisting on talking to.
This time, Hermione wasn't going to argue with him about meddling.
She picked a blue dress with thin straps and a flared skirt. It fell to mid-thigh, and was perfect for the late-July heat. It showed her arms, collarbones, and legs exposed, and there would be no hiding the remnants of her encounter with Adrian from anyone.
If they didn't care about her, then why should she care about what they had to look at?
When she got downstairs and pulled out a chair, her parents gave her admonishing looks. Ikeobi pursed his lips, but said nothing as he focused on his tie. Jean, who was setting plates of waffles and eggs on the table, heaved a sigh of disapproval.
"Hermione, I don't think it's a good idea to go out looking like that," she said. "What if you . . . I don't know. What if you hit a wall, or something?"
Feeling lethargic and depressed, Hermione shrugged. "I guess I'll just look out for moving walls."
Jean shot her a look, and then both of her parents sat down to eat.
Hermione forced herself to eat like a normal person, even though the food felt like rocks weighing heavily in her stomach. It tasted amazing, as food always did, but she found she couldn't enjoy it in the slightest. It tasted like calories, and calories tasted like failure.
Failure tasted like pain, because Adrian hated failure.
"So, you - you goin' to lunch today?" Ikeobi asked in a gruff voice, not looking at her as he ate his food.
"Yeah," Hermione said, chewing slowly. "Adrian's taking me to meet up with Ginny and Hannah."
"Hm," Ikeobi said.
Hermione looked up just as she watched her father look at Jean in a pointed way. A silent moment passed between them. She frowned.
"That sounds nice, sweetheart," Jean said, cutting a bite of her waffle and giving Hermione a smile. It didn't quite reach her eyes. "And when will you be back?"
Hermione's gaze darted back and forth between them. "Why are you guys being weird?"
"Weird?" Jean said, her fork scraping against the plate. The sound caused Hermione to grit her teeth. "We're not being - being weird. Honey, Ikeobi - do you think we're being weird?"
"No, I think everything's all good," Ikeobi said.
Hermione took a slow bite, eyeing them both in suspicion.
Now that she thought about it, why were her parents letting her go to lunch three days after she was discharged from the hospital for what they thought was self-harm? Why weren't they keeping her under lock and key? Twenty-three or not, most parents would want to keep their daughter inside after that.
"You guys are definitely being weird," she insisted. "Do you want me to stay home, or something? Because I can -"
"No!" they said quickly, at the same time.
Hermione set her fork down.
"What we mean is," Ikeobi said, "that we don't want you to stop living your life, just because you hurt your -" He stopped himself and gave a slight grimace. "Just because you got hurt."
"We're totally happy with you going out to spend time with Adrian and your friends," Jean added. "It's good for you to be social, don't you think?"
"I guess," Hermione said, still feeling doubt nagging at the back of her mind. "Have you guys heard from Harry or Theo?"
"Yes," Ikeobi said.
Silence stretched, thick and tense, and broken only by the screeching of silverware on porcelain. Neither of her parents looked up from their plates.
They were hiding something.
"So . . . Where are they? Why weren't they there when I was discharged? Why haven't they come over?" Hermione snapped her fingers. "I need details, nna."
"Your brothers are at work," Ikeobi said. "But they'll come by when they can."
Hermione shot him a perturbed look. "'They'll come by when they can?'"
"Yes," Jean said. "They're busy."
"They're busy?" Hermione felt like she was about to scream. "You guys are being weird!"
"Hermione, please." Jean scoffed. "Please, just eat your food. We aren't being weird; we just need you to eat, so we can go to work."
"And we want you to have a good time with your friends, nwa m nwanyị," Ikeobi said.
Before they left, they both kissed her good-bye, which was strange because the only time they ever kissed her good-bye before work was when they had a tough day ahead of them.
Somehow, Hermione felt that her father's, "We'll see you tonight," before the front door swung shut was a lot more cryptic than it sounded.
Adrian hated her dress, of course.
"You look like a rotting corpse, babe," he said as she eased into the passenger's seat. "The bruises . . . Your bones . . . No hair. It's just a hot mess."
Hermione said nothing. What could she say? She had given up. The only way she was leaving Adrian was if someone physically stepped in and tore her chains off.
Adrian didn't care, because he kept talking.
"Seriously, Hermione. No one wants to see that. You look disgusting." He pulled away from the curb, his gaze washing over her for a moment before he focused on the road. "You legit look like you take it in the ass on the freeway. I don't even know why I'm with you sometimes."
It took all of her energy to keep herself from saying that she didn't know why he was, either.
She rested her elbow on the window sill and her forehead against her palm, watching the scenery as they drove to the restaurant. Her body felt like it was sinking into the seat, into the car, into the road. Like gravity was pulling her faster and faster, because all of the weight she had gained and was going to gain was making the Earth greedy to consume her.
And Adrian thought she was disgusting.
Maybe she was.
"Did they text you?" Adrian asked.
"I didn't bring my phone," she said in a monotone. There was no point, anyway. There was no one to text, and no one who would text her. She'd disappointed everyone. "You're the one who put this hang-out together."
"Yeah, I am," he said, sounding irritated. "Because you're such a horrible fucking friend that your boyfriend has to fix your fights for you. I'm surprised they even wanted to meet up. Why'd they dump you anyway?"
Because of you.
"I don't know," she mumbled. "I just don't know."
They pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant Adrian had chosen, which was bar & grill in the Cedar Hills area. Ironically, it was the same shopping center where Hannah and Ginny had last spoken to her.
She didn't know how it could possibly end better this time.
As they climbed out of the car, an older couple was getting into their car near them. The husband glanced at her, and then did a double take. The look of alarm that flashed across his face as he looked at her entire body made Hermione's stomach clench. Part of her wanted to run to him and beg him to help her.
The other part of her knew it was useless. She couldn't even ask for help from a police officer.
How was she supposed to ask a stranger?
Her gait was slow as she walked to the curb of the sidewalk ringing the building, her still-healing ribs protesting to any quick movement. By the time she turned back around, the man's car was on the street, driving away.
Hermione knew how bad the contusions appeared. There were all over her body, a mix of green and red hues that painted misery across her skin. They ringed her throat like a collar, speckled her wrists like manacles, and covered her face like an iron mask.
That man would not be the last one who stared at her.
"I told you," Adrian said, putting his hand on her lower back as he led her to the door. "You look disgusting, and you shouldn't have worn that dress. Now, everyone is going to look at you."
Good.
I may not be able to hide from you, but I won't hide from them.
Now, everyone is going to look at me and see who you really are.
A monster.
Aloud, she said, "Let them."
The restaurant was full, but they spotted her friends right away. They were in a cushioned booth, Hannah on the inside and Ginny on the outside. When they locked eyes across the room
The redheaded, freckled hostess led them to the booth, and Hermione felt every pair of eyes in the room watching them. She heard whispers, some louder than others, and her cheeks flared with heat.
The general consensus was not good.
Adrian slid into the booth first.
Hannah's tight smile faded instantly. Her eyebrows shot up and her gaze roved all over Hermione. Beside her, Ginny's hand covered her mouth and she stared at Hermione as though she'd never seen something so astonishing.
"Hey, guys," Hermione said as she sat down across from Ginny, her nerves trembling with apprehension. She didn't know how this lunch was going to go, given the fact that the reason why they weren't speaking was due to Adrian.
And Adrian was at the table with them.
"Hey," Hannah said in a false-sweet tone. Years of being best friends with her told Hermione that she was not in a happy, bright mood. Her smile was pursed as she looked at Adrian. "Hi, Adrian."
"Hi, Hannah," Adrian said. "Thanks for coming."
"Yeah," Hannah said.
"Hi, Ginny," he said, folding his arms on the table. "You all right, there?"
Ginny, she had ducked her head down, swiped her fingers across her cheek. She looked up. "Yes. Just an - it's allergies. Summertime gives me a lot of them."
Her eyes darted up, locking with Hermione's. They were full of tears.
Hermione looked away.
"So, why'd you want us to come for lunch?" Hannah asked, her voice strong and sure. "I'm sure Hermione told you what we told her."
"No, she didn't, actually," Adrian said. "Ah, thank you."
A waitress brought them some waters, and then took their orders. Everyone got normal meals, while Hermione got a salad.
Adrian started to say something, but Ginny cut him off.
"Hermione, don't you want to eat something bigger than that? They have burgers and sandwiches here that are really good." The small hint of a plea was hidden behind her voice. "I talked to your brother, and he said you're on this new high-calorie diet, and -"
"It's okay," Hermione said, giving her a quick smile. She sipped her water to hide her anxiety. "I ate waffles for breakfast."
"Yeah, but -"
"She said, she's okay," Adrian interjected, earning himself a rather open glare from Hannah. "Let her eat the salad. I'm sure her parents have some African dish or another they're gonna stuff her with tonight."
"Okay, well that's fucking racist," Hannah said, causing Hermione's heart to skip a beat.
She swallowed against her urge to get up and run, her legs quivering underneath the table. Adrian didn't like to be talked to like that. What if he snapped, and hurt Hannah? She wasn't going to put her friends in harm's way.
"H-How have you guys been?" Hermione said, her words halting on their way out. "You guys went to Summer term, right?"
"Things are fine," Ginny said. "We're more interested in you. How have you been, Hermione?"
"I've been -"
"She just got out of the hospital," Adrian said, his upper lip curling. "Are you stupid?"
"Um, excuse me? Yeah. Don't talk to her like that," Hannah snarled, her voice dripping with venom and her long acrylics nails clicking together. "Don't talk to my friend like that. 'Cause I'll bust your head open if you do."
"Oh, you're gonna bust my head open?" Adrian was rigid with his own ire. "Hermione's sitting here, looking like she rolled down the side of a mountain, and your friend is asking dumb-ass questions about how she's doing. How about you get your friend?"
"Okay, but whether or not you feel some type of way about what my friend is saying, that doesn't mean you get to talk to her like that. That's disrespectful. That is disrespectful."
Adrian kept trying to talk over her, his voice rising and drawing several stares.
"Are you fucking kidding me? No. No. You wanna talk about respect, and you're coming for me like this? Are you serious right now?"
"Why are you getting loud?" Hannah said.
"Because you're being a fucking bitch!"
"Okay, and what?" Hannah was smiling, but it was out of anger. She shrugged her shoulder. "I'm a bitch, and what? Why are you getting loud?"
Well, this wasn't going well at all.
"Adrian, please." She squeezed his forearm and gave him a pleading look.
"What?" he growled.
"You're getting belligerent. Stop."
"Belligerent? I'm getting -"
"Boy, you getting belligerent, and you acting outta pocket," she said in an angry voice that pushed out between clenched teeth. "You better knock it off, before they kick our asses out."
He glared at her for a few moments longer. Then, he threw his hands up and looked out the window.
She'd hear about it later.
Hannah ran her tongue along her top teeth and sat back against the cushion, looking at Hermione in a way that felt accusatory. She wasn't trying to hide her hatred of Adrian at all, and it was clear that she wasn't here to have lunch with Adrian.
She was here for Hermione.
The waitress came and brought them their food and, as usual, Adrian turned the charm back on as easy as a light switch flickering on. She asked them if they needed anything else, to which Adrian awarded her with a bright, dazzling smile, and then she walked away.
Ginny's phone buzzed and she checked it.
"Harry's on his way," she said.
Adrian, who had been about to take a bite of his rather large burger, froze. "What? Why would he be coming?"
"Apparently, he's gonna come through," Hannah said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Duh."
"Yeah. I gathered that. Why?"
"Why are we even here?" Hannah countered.
"So, you guys can hash it out," Adrian said, gesturing with one hand between the girls and Hermione. "Whatever it is that caused you guys to fight."
They went back and forth for a bit, and Hermione found herself looking over at Ginny. She was absorbed in her phone, texting with furious speed. The entire situation was bizarre.
Hermione took one bite of her salad, chewing slowly as wheels of thought turned in her mind.
Why would they have invited Harry to lunch in the middle of the work day? Why had her parents been acting so strangely? Why had everyone been so distant towards her in the hospital?
Maybe they're giving up on you, and they all just want to say good-bye?
Sadness settled over her like a soft cloak. Her head was starting to throb, the beginnings of a headache lurking at the edges of her mind like a coming storm.
Every horrible thing that Adrian had been telling her was true.
He was the only person who wanted her.
Hermione felt like a pulsar, hanging in the endlessness of a black abyss, surrounded by untouchable stars. A dead star calling out into the universe in spinning patterns, singing to the cosmos, never able to bring anything closer. She floated in the darkness, alone.
"Hermione." Hannah was talking directly to her. Though her facial expression was flat, the fury in her eyes burned as bright as fire.
"Yeah?"
"Bro, you are bruised as fuck and you look like a skeleton," she said, arms crossed over her white tank top. "You look ridiculous."
Hermione focused on her salad, her face warm under her best friend's scrutiny.
"Oh, come on," Adrian said. "That's an exaggeration."
"Stop getting so defensive, if it's just an exaggeration!" Hannah snapped, glowering over at him. "Hermione, how much do you weigh?"
Still blushing, Hermione counted in her head. She hadn't weighed herself, but they'd been feeding her nonstop since her second day in the hospital. She had to have gained at least 5 pounds.
"I think . . . Maybe 111 pounds?"
Everyone stared at her. Hannah looked horrified, Ginny looked like she was going to cry, and Adrian looked surprised.
"You weigh 111 pounds?" he said. "You look like you weigh a lot more than that. Damn, I guess Dr. Lewis was right. You need to eat more."
"You need to eat more."
Adrian had spent the last year telling her how hideous and repulsive she was, and now he was telling her she needed to gain weight?
Oh, Hell nah.
Something inside of Hermione broke. She lost her sense, her mind, her temper - whatever she possessed inside of her to lose, she lost it. As Hannah immediately set into him, a stream of curses leaving her lips, Hermione grabbed her water glass.
She'd had it.
She flung her hand outward towards him.
"Oh, shit!" Ginny said, and then her hands flew to her mouth again.
Ice chunks and water crashed into his face, soaking his hair, clothes, skin, and even his food. He gasped, blinking the cold water out of his eyelashes. His eyes widened further than she'd ever seen them.
The people at the tables nearby were now openly staring at them. The waitress was at the booth next to theirs, staring in shock. Ginny was still sitting with her hands over her mouth, but Hannah?
Hannah was laughing.
"Why?" Hermione hissed to Adrian, slamming the empty, wet glass down onto the table. "So you can just tell me I'm fat and ugly later? Fuck outta here."
She knew she was making a mistake by talking like that to him, but she was so angry that she was seeing red. Her patience with him was so thin that it was almost nonexistent.
Getting out of the booth, she stormed across the room and out of the restaurant, ignoring her friends crying out her name.
Hermione didn't bother to look back over her shoulder to see if Adrian was following her.
She just knew he was.
As soon as she got outside, she took off running across the parking lot as fast as she could. She made it to the shops on the opposite side, and to the mall that had been practically dead for years. There were people exiting as she went in, and she barely had the breath to murmur an apology as she nearly ran face-first into them. They stared at her bruises with open shock, but she ignored them,
Dashing inside, she hoped she could make it to the bathrooms before he caught her.
She could hear his footsteps pounding after her, each thwack of his tennis shoes on the ground causing the bubble of panic to expand further in her chest. It felt like a tunnel closing in, with no way out and no ending in sight.
All she could do was run.
She ran down a small white hallway and around the corner to the bathrooms. Pushing the swinging door open, she saw with dismay that there was no one inside. She didn't know why she'd gone right, and not left. All she knew was that she'd wanted to hide.
A hand wrapped around the back of her neck, sending a wave of excruciating pain rippling through her entire body. She shrieked as she was shoved into the bathroom from behind.
He'd caught her.
Adrian pushed her into a stall with vehement force, locking the door behind them with one hand. He shoved her up against the wall, his hands around her throat and his teeth bared in an enraged, demonic snarl.
"How dare you?" His voice was hostile, sounding as though he would like nothing more than to behead her. "How fucking dare you? In public, you respect me, you stupid bitch."
Hermione's toes scraped the floor as he lifted her slightly, her lungs burning as the oxygen flow was cut off. Her fingers curved around his, trying to pull them away with frenzied need.
It was happening again, but this time? There was no light of lust in his eyes. Nothing to comfort her with the possibility of mercy. She saw only the red-hot fury of the Sun.
He was going to kill her.
His body pressed against hers, holding her in place. His glare was intense as it sliced into her. In the press of his fingers, she could feel that he was completely consumed by his ire. He was proving to her that he didn't care if he had to do it in public, he'd strangle her just to make her suffer, to learn her lesson, or to die.
"Stop, Adrian," she managed to choke out, kicking her legs. "P-Please!"
He tightened his grip, saying nothing as he angrily watched her face. It felt like he was watching to relish in the terror that clouded her vision. Watching to see the life leave her eyes. He wanted her to die there.
He was so angry that he wanted her to die in a mall bathroom stall.
Just as Hermione's limbs began to go weak, the bathroom door squeaked on its hinges.
"Hermione?"
It was Hannah.
Adrian shot Hermione a look that told her to keep her mouth shut as he lowered his hands from her throat. She gulped in precious air, tears of relief filling her eyes as she realized how close she had come to death. She tried pleading with him, mouthing the words to let her go, but he just glared down at her.
Neither of them moved.
"Hermione, I know you're in here. And I know he's in here, too." Hannah's tone was the same one she had when she wanted to fight a girl at school when they were younger. "If you don't come out right now, I'm gonna call the police."
Hermione tried to move towards the door, but Adrian stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. He held up a threatening finger and breathed, "Don't."
A moment passed, the span of one breath.
"I fucking mean it, dude," Hannah said, sounding anxious. "If she's not out here in three fucking seconds, I'm calling the fucking cops. Either that, or you can wait your ass for Harry, Adrian. Harry's on his way, and then Ginny's gonna bring him over here. Regardless, bitch, if she doesn't come out here, I'm gonna light your ass up. No joke."
Adrian looked like he wanted to punch Hermione in the face. He stepped away from her, opening the stall door. With a slow step, he sidled out. She followed him, massaging her tender, sore throat and coughing a little bit.
"Don't even bother trying to explain yourself," Hannah growled before anyone could say anything. "I don't want to hear your lies. Hermione . . . Girl, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Hermione said in a hoarse voice. Her heart pounded faster.
She'd wanted someone to save her, and Hannah was here. Hannah was trying.
But this was just going to make everything worse.
"Adrian, why can't you just leave her alone?" Hannah took a threatening step towards him. "You don't like her. You don't treat her right. If you hate her that much, why can't you just let her go?!"
"Why would I need to do that?" Adrian asked, placing his hand on the back of Hermione's head. He squeezed, a painful warning. "Everything's fine. Right, Hermione?"
With her eyes lowered in shame, Hermione said, "Hannah, everything is okay. We were just arguing. It's not a big deal."
"Not a big deal?" Hannah spluttered, her hands on her hips. "He just tried to kill you! I heard him choking you in the stall!"
"I did not try to kill her," Adrian said with an over-exaggerated roll of his eyes. "You should mind your own business, you fucking cunt."
Hannah ignored him, choosing instead to look at me.
"This is your last chance, Hermione," she said. "If you want help, then you'll leave this bathroom with me right now so we can go to the police. Because this is wrong. This is wrong, and you know it."
Adrian dug his fingernails into Hermione's neck. Her stomach sank. Whether it was her last chance or not, she couldn't do it. She couldn't choose when there was so much at stake and when every other attempt at freedom had resulted in failure.
She was tired of failing.
"We were just . . ." She stumbled on her words. They were razor-sharp in her throat, cutting her flesh as she forced them out. ". . . Just f-fighting."
"You're making a mistake, Hermione!" Hannah cried, and this time, she had tears in her eyes. "I mean, fuck, girl! He's going to kill you if you don't leave him!"
Hermione couldn't look at her.
"I thought you were gonna call the cops," Adrian taunted, his finger hot as coals on Hermione's neck. "Or maybe you're realizing they'll never believe you."
"They would if - if Hermione would - would -" Hannah let out a sob. "Hermione, please. Please, just come with me. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. But please, please come with me."
"I -" Hermione was crying, too. "I can't."
They looked into each other's eyes, and Hermione saw her own helplessness mirrored back at her.
Hannah turned around with a small sob..
The door swung shut.
She was gone.
"I'm sick and tired of you acting out like this," Adrian said after the door swung shut, turning to Hermione. He grabbed her chin and tilted her head to the side, studying her throat. "You'll be fine. What's a bruise on top of another? Say you're sorry, and I'll forget all about this little Hannah problem."
A lonely, dead star, floating in the vastness of the dark, singing to stars that would never hear her.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"Good girl."
They left the mall using the back exit, and he forced her to go to a movie at the nearby theater so they could wait for Hannah, Ginny, and possibly Harry to leave the shopping center. It was a comedy.
He laughed.
She cried.
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