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Chapter Three: A Friendly Call
Draco woke up, blood was all over his pillow, apparently his nose hadn't stopped bleeding as he had thought. He climbed out of bed, got some clean clothes, and headed toward his bathroom to take a shower.
When Draco got out of the shower, he for once, let his hair dry how it was instead of slicking it back, he felt his hair was too much like his dad's. Maybe, one of these days I should cut my hair and style it differently.
He walked over to the remains of his beloved CD Player. He looked at it, it had broken into too many pieces to count, and including bunches of small pieces. Great, just great. By the looks of it, it looks like it's nearly impossible to fix! Draco wanted to scream, he would have, but he didn't, he didn't because, like anyone would be, he was afraid of his father.
Draco walked to his bed and grabbed his pillow covered in blood and threw it down the laundry shoot Hopefully Father will see it, but he probably won't care, Mum probably won't care either, but maybe, this time, he might feel sorry. He stuck his head into the shoot and watched the pillow fall into a basket, just to make sure it didn't get stuck. What am I kidding? He won't feel sorry, he's a heartless bastard, I must remember that.
Draco sat on the floor, staring at the wall. He turned around to see what time it was. Damn, it's only 8:00pm and I'm not really all that tired.Draco stood up and walked around his room for a while. Finally, Draco settled down, and lied down on his bed to at least try and sleep.
He was nearly asleep when he heard this weird buzzing sound, then he remembered that a week ago he had gotten a Wiz-A-Phone. It's like the muggle phone, except the phone, for the ear part were like head phones and when you spoke, you just spoke, not into anything just casually spoke and they heard you, and when you spoke no one else heard you except the other person on the line. And one of the coolest thing about it, was it was compatible with muggle phones.
"Hello?" Draco said groggily. "Hi, its me, Jared." Jared, Jared who in the hell is Jared? Draco thought for a moment, oh! that's right, Jared! Jared was Draco's only muggle friend that his father let him see occasionally, for he hated muggles and he did not want them in his house.
"Oh, hi Jared." Draco felt a bit uneasy. "Draco, you sound, er, upset anything wrong?" Jared asked innocently. Draco thought, what could he tell him? The truth, hell no, he's seen those talk shows at Jared's house about kids who were abused by their parent/s, and he was not about to tell Jared what had just happened and what had happened in his past, no way, no way in hell. Ah, he could tell Jared half of the truth, "Uh, my dad broke my CD Player," Draco said calmly, hoping to sound convincing of that's all that was upsetting him. "Oh no. Not the one I gave to you for your birthday!" Jared exclaimed. "Yeah, that one, along with the Linkin Park CD." Draco continued. "That sucks major ass. How'd he break it?" Oh shit, what am I gonna tell him NOW? That he was dancing around my room in one of mum's dresses and he accidentally hit it and it fell and broke? No, that wouldn't work. God damn it what am I going to say? "Erm, he, uh, he, well, he-" Draco started. "Yes," Jared interrupted. "He, threw it across the room and it hit the wall," Draco finished.
There was a long pause between them, Draco was scared Jared would be pissed, but no, Jared started to laugh. "Really? My dad would never do such a thing! Well one time he-" Jared paused, Draco could hear some person saying something in the background, "Sorry Draco I gotta go, bed time," Jared sighed, "Bye," Jared finished, "Bye." Draco said and he heard a click.
Draco took the headphones out lied in bed thinking. Ugh, why'd he have to go, well okay, I know but I was really, actually enjoying chatting with him. Damn. Heh, I say damn a lot don't I. Eventually Draco Drifted off to sleep.
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Meanwhile, Lucius sat on the couch in one of the few living rooms they had in the manor. He had sat there from five o' clock to 9 o' clock, just thinking. Dumb kid, I've told him millions of times. But does he LISTEN? No. You'd think a fourteen year old would KNOW by now not to have muggle objects in this house! Or is he fifteen? Eh, don't care. Anyway, I hope that beating taught him a lesson or two.
Lucius continued to sit there and think, when suddenly Narcassa walked into the room, holding up a pillow covered in what looked like blood. Lucius's eyes widened, he had been sitting on the couch so long that he had forgotten to do the laundry. "What is this? Did you beat Draco again, when you promised me you'd stop?" She asked sternly. "N-no, er, yes I did darling, but he deserved it," Lucius replied slowly. "No child deserves a beating that makes him bleed this much!" She said louder than before. "WHAT exactly did he do?" She asked angrily. "He, well, I caught him using a muggle object, called a CD Playman or whatever, when I had strictly forbid it!" Lucius said sounding a bit dumb. Narcassa glared at him, "YOU march up there RIGHT now and see if he's all right!" She yelled and pointed to a doorway.
Lucius stood up, and walked out the door and to the staircase that led to Draco's room. He sighed heavily and began to walk up the stairs, slowly, but nevertheless he was making his way up the stairs.
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Draco woke up, someone was knocking on his door. He looked at the clock, hoping it was morning so he could eat, but it was only 9:10pm. He didn't want to let whoever it was in but he knew if he didn't they'd open the door anyway. "Come in." Draco said and sighed.
In walked his father. Shit. "Hi, Draco, your mother found a bloody pillow in the laundry, are you okay?" What? He actually sounds a bit sorry! Nah, he's faking, he isn't really sorry, mum made him come up.
Lucius looked at Draco's face, the left side was red and looked slightly bruised and his nose was purple. For the first time, Lucius felt sorry, he had hit Draco before, but not on his face. Then he remembered he had hit his arm. "Draco, take you shirt off." He said curiously. "Why?" Draco asked with an untrusting voice. What? Is he gonna take naked pictures of me now? Or sexually abuse me? "Just do it." Lucius said sternly.
Draco took his shirt off, to reveal all the scars and bruises from the past, and not to mention his now blue shoulder. Lucius looked at him, he had never seen all the marks he had left behind from previous beatings before. "Stand up." Lucius said weakly with his bottom lip trembling. Draco climbed out of bed, stood up, and took a step closer to his Father.
"Where'd the blood come from?" Lucius asked. What? Is he stupid? "My toe." Draco said sarcastically. "Draco, I'm serious." Lucius said with a tiny smile on his face. Draco looked up at his father, then looked to the floor. "My nose." He said weakly. Lucius just realized how funny Draco's voice sounded.
Lucius walked toward Draco and touched Draco's blue shoulder. Draco stepped back, he didn't, he couldn't trust his father. "Draco," Lucius started, "I'm sorry, I really am sorry." Yeah right, why should I believe you, you bastard!? Draco's eyes started to tear up, and a tear trickled down his cheek as he looked his Father in the eyes. " Did you hear me? I said I'm sorry." Lucius repeated. "Yes I did, and why should I believe you?" Draco asked. Lucius knew it, Draco was right, why should Draco believe him? Lucius stepped forward and hugged Draco, Draco didn't hug back. After years and years of beating, he finally says he's sorry, and hugs me for the first time in years, and expects me to believe him? Does he take me as an idiot? Instead Draco struggled free, grabbed his shirt and stalked out of his room, hoping he wouldn't get into trouble for leaving without permission.
Lucius didn't stop him, he understood why he struggled free.
Draco walked down the staircase and into the kitchen. Draco, stupidly forgot to put his shirt back on, but still had it. His mum, just happened to be in there, "Lucius how did it go?" She turned around, her eyes widened when she saw Draco. "Oh my god, Draco, are you alright?" Oh, fuck a duck. Draco saw his mother and put his shirt back on. "I'm fine, hungry, but fine, leave me alone, please just leave me alone, I've had enough of you people!" Draco said as he looked into the fridge and took out the ingredients to a sandwich. "Oh, well, okay, um, see you later I guess." She said as she walked out. "Eh, bite my ass." Draco said when the door shut. Draco finished making a sandwich, grabbed a napkin, and left the kitchen.
Draco went into the den; it had a bewitched television set, so he'd get wizard shows and wizard news. He took a seat on a Lazy-Wizard, turned the TV on, and began to eat his sandwich. He had to eat slowly and chew softly for he found if he chewed like he normally did his jaw would hurt like hell, he took a wild guess and figured it was from the slap he had received earlier.
Draco finished his sandwich and continued to watch TV. He, finally for what seemed to him as the hundredth time fell asleep.
Chapter Three: A Friendly Call
Draco woke up, blood was all over his pillow, apparently his nose hadn't stopped bleeding as he had thought. He climbed out of bed, got some clean clothes, and headed toward his bathroom to take a shower.
When Draco got out of the shower, he for once, let his hair dry how it was instead of slicking it back, he felt his hair was too much like his dad's. Maybe, one of these days I should cut my hair and style it differently.
He walked over to the remains of his beloved CD Player. He looked at it, it had broken into too many pieces to count, and including bunches of small pieces. Great, just great. By the looks of it, it looks like it's nearly impossible to fix! Draco wanted to scream, he would have, but he didn't, he didn't because, like anyone would be, he was afraid of his father.
Draco walked to his bed and grabbed his pillow covered in blood and threw it down the laundry shoot Hopefully Father will see it, but he probably won't care, Mum probably won't care either, but maybe, this time, he might feel sorry. He stuck his head into the shoot and watched the pillow fall into a basket, just to make sure it didn't get stuck. What am I kidding? He won't feel sorry, he's a heartless bastard, I must remember that.
Draco sat on the floor, staring at the wall. He turned around to see what time it was. Damn, it's only 8:00pm and I'm not really all that tired.Draco stood up and walked around his room for a while. Finally, Draco settled down, and lied down on his bed to at least try and sleep.
He was nearly asleep when he heard this weird buzzing sound, then he remembered that a week ago he had gotten a Wiz-A-Phone. It's like the muggle phone, except the phone, for the ear part were like head phones and when you spoke, you just spoke, not into anything just casually spoke and they heard you, and when you spoke no one else heard you except the other person on the line. And one of the coolest thing about it, was it was compatible with muggle phones.
"Hello?" Draco said groggily. "Hi, its me, Jared." Jared, Jared who in the hell is Jared? Draco thought for a moment, oh! that's right, Jared! Jared was Draco's only muggle friend that his father let him see occasionally, for he hated muggles and he did not want them in his house.
"Oh, hi Jared." Draco felt a bit uneasy. "Draco, you sound, er, upset anything wrong?" Jared asked innocently. Draco thought, what could he tell him? The truth, hell no, he's seen those talk shows at Jared's house about kids who were abused by their parent/s, and he was not about to tell Jared what had just happened and what had happened in his past, no way, no way in hell. Ah, he could tell Jared half of the truth, "Uh, my dad broke my CD Player," Draco said calmly, hoping to sound convincing of that's all that was upsetting him. "Oh no. Not the one I gave to you for your birthday!" Jared exclaimed. "Yeah, that one, along with the Linkin Park CD." Draco continued. "That sucks major ass. How'd he break it?" Oh shit, what am I gonna tell him NOW? That he was dancing around my room in one of mum's dresses and he accidentally hit it and it fell and broke? No, that wouldn't work. God damn it what am I going to say? "Erm, he, uh, he, well, he-" Draco started. "Yes," Jared interrupted. "He, threw it across the room and it hit the wall," Draco finished.
There was a long pause between them, Draco was scared Jared would be pissed, but no, Jared started to laugh. "Really? My dad would never do such a thing! Well one time he-" Jared paused, Draco could hear some person saying something in the background, "Sorry Draco I gotta go, bed time," Jared sighed, "Bye," Jared finished, "Bye." Draco said and he heard a click.
Draco took the headphones out lied in bed thinking. Ugh, why'd he have to go, well okay, I know but I was really, actually enjoying chatting with him. Damn. Heh, I say damn a lot don't I. Eventually Draco Drifted off to sleep.
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Meanwhile, Lucius sat on the couch in one of the few living rooms they had in the manor. He had sat there from five o' clock to 9 o' clock, just thinking. Dumb kid, I've told him millions of times. But does he LISTEN? No. You'd think a fourteen year old would KNOW by now not to have muggle objects in this house! Or is he fifteen? Eh, don't care. Anyway, I hope that beating taught him a lesson or two.
Lucius continued to sit there and think, when suddenly Narcassa walked into the room, holding up a pillow covered in what looked like blood. Lucius's eyes widened, he had been sitting on the couch so long that he had forgotten to do the laundry. "What is this? Did you beat Draco again, when you promised me you'd stop?" She asked sternly. "N-no, er, yes I did darling, but he deserved it," Lucius replied slowly. "No child deserves a beating that makes him bleed this much!" She said louder than before. "WHAT exactly did he do?" She asked angrily. "He, well, I caught him using a muggle object, called a CD Playman or whatever, when I had strictly forbid it!" Lucius said sounding a bit dumb. Narcassa glared at him, "YOU march up there RIGHT now and see if he's all right!" She yelled and pointed to a doorway.
Lucius stood up, and walked out the door and to the staircase that led to Draco's room. He sighed heavily and began to walk up the stairs, slowly, but nevertheless he was making his way up the stairs.
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Draco woke up, someone was knocking on his door. He looked at the clock, hoping it was morning so he could eat, but it was only 9:10pm. He didn't want to let whoever it was in but he knew if he didn't they'd open the door anyway. "Come in." Draco said and sighed.
In walked his father. Shit. "Hi, Draco, your mother found a bloody pillow in the laundry, are you okay?" What? He actually sounds a bit sorry! Nah, he's faking, he isn't really sorry, mum made him come up.
Lucius looked at Draco's face, the left side was red and looked slightly bruised and his nose was purple. For the first time, Lucius felt sorry, he had hit Draco before, but not on his face. Then he remembered he had hit his arm. "Draco, take you shirt off." He said curiously. "Why?" Draco asked with an untrusting voice. What? Is he gonna take naked pictures of me now? Or sexually abuse me? "Just do it." Lucius said sternly.
Draco took his shirt off, to reveal all the scars and bruises from the past, and not to mention his now blue shoulder. Lucius looked at him, he had never seen all the marks he had left behind from previous beatings before. "Stand up." Lucius said weakly with his bottom lip trembling. Draco climbed out of bed, stood up, and took a step closer to his Father.
"Where'd the blood come from?" Lucius asked. What? Is he stupid? "My toe." Draco said sarcastically. "Draco, I'm serious." Lucius said with a tiny smile on his face. Draco looked up at his father, then looked to the floor. "My nose." He said weakly. Lucius just realized how funny Draco's voice sounded.
Lucius walked toward Draco and touched Draco's blue shoulder. Draco stepped back, he didn't, he couldn't trust his father. "Draco," Lucius started, "I'm sorry, I really am sorry." Yeah right, why should I believe you, you bastard!? Draco's eyes started to tear up, and a tear trickled down his cheek as he looked his Father in the eyes. " Did you hear me? I said I'm sorry." Lucius repeated. "Yes I did, and why should I believe you?" Draco asked. Lucius knew it, Draco was right, why should Draco believe him? Lucius stepped forward and hugged Draco, Draco didn't hug back. After years and years of beating, he finally says he's sorry, and hugs me for the first time in years, and expects me to believe him? Does he take me as an idiot? Instead Draco struggled free, grabbed his shirt and stalked out of his room, hoping he wouldn't get into trouble for leaving without permission.
Lucius didn't stop him, he understood why he struggled free.
Draco walked down the staircase and into the kitchen. Draco, stupidly forgot to put his shirt back on, but still had it. His mum, just happened to be in there, "Lucius how did it go?" She turned around, her eyes widened when she saw Draco. "Oh my god, Draco, are you alright?" Oh, fuck a duck. Draco saw his mother and put his shirt back on. "I'm fine, hungry, but fine, leave me alone, please just leave me alone, I've had enough of you people!" Draco said as he looked into the fridge and took out the ingredients to a sandwich. "Oh, well, okay, um, see you later I guess." She said as she walked out. "Eh, bite my ass." Draco said when the door shut. Draco finished making a sandwich, grabbed a napkin, and left the kitchen.
Draco went into the den; it had a bewitched television set, so he'd get wizard shows and wizard news. He took a seat on a Lazy-Wizard, turned the TV on, and began to eat his sandwich. He had to eat slowly and chew softly for he found if he chewed like he normally did his jaw would hurt like hell, he took a wild guess and figured it was from the slap he had received earlier.
Draco finished his sandwich and continued to watch TV. He, finally for what seemed to him as the hundredth time fell asleep.