Chapter 2
I Hate Him
Lucius saw Draco stuff something under his pillow. Lucius stared at Draco with a very unwelcoming look on his face, "What was that you stuffed under your pillow Draco?" Lucius gritted through his teeth. "Um, nothing!" Draco said backing away slowly. "Oh! Well I'm SURE it was nothing, for my son, Draco would NEVER lie to ME, would he?" Lucius said sarcastically with an evil look upon his face. "N-no f-father." Draco stuttered.
"Interesting, very interesting," Lucius said with a small glare at Draco. Lucius completely forgot why he was calling Draco before, and walked over to the pillow that Draco stuffed something under and lifted it up. There sat a CD Player, Lucius looked at, there are no words to describe how angry this man was, but lets just say he was v-e-r-y-m-a-d. Lucius looked up at Draco and stalked toward him, and grabbed his arm. "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU?! HUH? HOW MANY TIMES?!" He yelled in Draco's face. Before Draco could speak Lucius swung at him, and hit him in the arm. Draco heard a *pop* and he winced in pain, a small tear ran down his cheek, he tried to hide his pain, so his father wouldn't hit him harder and call him a baby.
Draco closed his eyes, and his father pushed him to the floor. Draco wanted to hit back, but he knew, he knew his father would kill him.
Lucius had pushed him so hard, Draco hit the wall. Draco tried hard to hold it in, he did. Draco sat there, against the wall looking at his father with anger in his eyes. Lucius, took one last strike and slapped Draco in the face so hard Draco's nose bled and he had a deep rose red mark on his face. Lucius then, before leaving the room picked up the CD Player and threw it at the wall, causing it to break into many pieces. Lucius stalked out the room "Don't you dare show your face till tomorrow." Lucius said before slamming the door shut.
Draco looked at the clock, it read 5:00pm, and his bottom lip trembled. Draco went to his bedside table, grabbed his handkerchief, and wiped the blood of his face. Draco touched his nose, it hurt so bad. Then he looked at the handkerchief it was nearly covered in blood. What'd he do? Break my nose? Draco looked in a mirror that hang on his wall, his nose was reddish- purple. Damn. Draco's eyes filled with tears again, and he began to cry.
Draco took his shirt off and walked into his bathroom that was conveniently connected to his room. He looked himself in the mirror, he looked at all the scars on his chest. He turned around and looked at a side mirror, so he could see his back clearly. He had many scars on his back as well. He turned back around and continued looking at himself, and he began to cry harder. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, God damn it! I hate myself, I hate the way I am, I hate myself for who I am, and who I'm part of. Draco walked out of his bathroom and crawled into bed. He cuddled his covers and fell asleep.
Lucius saw Draco stuff something under his pillow. Lucius stared at Draco with a very unwelcoming look on his face, "What was that you stuffed under your pillow Draco?" Lucius gritted through his teeth. "Um, nothing!" Draco said backing away slowly. "Oh! Well I'm SURE it was nothing, for my son, Draco would NEVER lie to ME, would he?" Lucius said sarcastically with an evil look upon his face. "N-no f-father." Draco stuttered.
"Interesting, very interesting," Lucius said with a small glare at Draco. Lucius completely forgot why he was calling Draco before, and walked over to the pillow that Draco stuffed something under and lifted it up. There sat a CD Player, Lucius looked at, there are no words to describe how angry this man was, but lets just say he was v-e-r-y-m-a-d. Lucius looked up at Draco and stalked toward him, and grabbed his arm. "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU?! HUH? HOW MANY TIMES?!" He yelled in Draco's face. Before Draco could speak Lucius swung at him, and hit him in the arm. Draco heard a *pop* and he winced in pain, a small tear ran down his cheek, he tried to hide his pain, so his father wouldn't hit him harder and call him a baby.
Draco closed his eyes, and his father pushed him to the floor. Draco wanted to hit back, but he knew, he knew his father would kill him.
Lucius had pushed him so hard, Draco hit the wall. Draco tried hard to hold it in, he did. Draco sat there, against the wall looking at his father with anger in his eyes. Lucius, took one last strike and slapped Draco in the face so hard Draco's nose bled and he had a deep rose red mark on his face. Lucius then, before leaving the room picked up the CD Player and threw it at the wall, causing it to break into many pieces. Lucius stalked out the room "Don't you dare show your face till tomorrow." Lucius said before slamming the door shut.
Draco looked at the clock, it read 5:00pm, and his bottom lip trembled. Draco went to his bedside table, grabbed his handkerchief, and wiped the blood of his face. Draco touched his nose, it hurt so bad. Then he looked at the handkerchief it was nearly covered in blood. What'd he do? Break my nose? Draco looked in a mirror that hang on his wall, his nose was reddish- purple. Damn. Draco's eyes filled with tears again, and he began to cry.
Draco took his shirt off and walked into his bathroom that was conveniently connected to his room. He looked himself in the mirror, he looked at all the scars on his chest. He turned around and looked at a side mirror, so he could see his back clearly. He had many scars on his back as well. He turned back around and continued looking at himself, and he began to cry harder. I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, God damn it! I hate myself, I hate the way I am, I hate myself for who I am, and who I'm part of. Draco walked out of his bathroom and crawled into bed. He cuddled his covers and fell asleep.