A/N: Chapter three!! Finally!! I was going to post weekly, but my friend
Cecilia started harassing me and so now I can't post once every week. *
glares at cecilia * Annnnnnycrap, you all know the procedure. I own none
of this stuff!! Please R/R if you want more chapters!!
Daddy Chapter Three
Yet another Quidditch practice had ended, and the Slytherin team was heading for the showers. Marcus always waited until the showers were empty before he got in. He didn't need people sticking their noses in his business and asking about his private life. His life was his own business, not somebody else's.
Marcus stepped into the showers, hoping to be out as quickly as possible so that nobody would see how damaged he was. He turned the lever to start the flow of the water, and brought his face to the warm spray, hoping to wash his worries away. Grabbing the soap, Marcus started to wash his upper body, leaving his back exposed, and visible from the entryway. Marcus' thoughts drifted off into space.
** "Daddy! I'm sorry! I'll do better next year! I promise!" whimpered a young Marcus Flint as he tried to explain his poor school marks to his father.
"WHAT ABOUT THIS YEAR!?" his father bellowed, making Marcus cringe.
"I'm sorry!" Marcus cried, hoping that his father wouldn't punish him too badly. Marcus apologizing seemed to upset him even more. The man grabbed a fistful of hair from his son's head, and forced him over towards the stairs. Fuming, the father threw the boy down the stairs, almost rendering the poor child unconscious.
"Maybe THAT will teach you to do better in school! YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY! I don't want to see your face for the rest of the night!" he shouted to his son, who lay at the bottom of the stairs like a broken doll, and stormed off to go have a drink. Marcus laid there crying before he moved to the safety of his bedroom. **
Marcus's eyes watered at the memory. Pleasing his father was something that had seemed impossible to Marcus all his life. No matter how hard he tried, he could never do anything right. Shaking the thought from his head, Marcus turned off the water as he wrapped his towel around his waist, and went to go and get dressed to start yet another day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A/N: Hmmm . . . I might have to change the rating for some of the future chapters. I hope this chapter wasn't too bad! Please R/R for more!!
Daddy Chapter Three
Yet another Quidditch practice had ended, and the Slytherin team was heading for the showers. Marcus always waited until the showers were empty before he got in. He didn't need people sticking their noses in his business and asking about his private life. His life was his own business, not somebody else's.
Marcus stepped into the showers, hoping to be out as quickly as possible so that nobody would see how damaged he was. He turned the lever to start the flow of the water, and brought his face to the warm spray, hoping to wash his worries away. Grabbing the soap, Marcus started to wash his upper body, leaving his back exposed, and visible from the entryway. Marcus' thoughts drifted off into space.
** "Daddy! I'm sorry! I'll do better next year! I promise!" whimpered a young Marcus Flint as he tried to explain his poor school marks to his father.
"WHAT ABOUT THIS YEAR!?" his father bellowed, making Marcus cringe.
"I'm sorry!" Marcus cried, hoping that his father wouldn't punish him too badly. Marcus apologizing seemed to upset him even more. The man grabbed a fistful of hair from his son's head, and forced him over towards the stairs. Fuming, the father threw the boy down the stairs, almost rendering the poor child unconscious.
"Maybe THAT will teach you to do better in school! YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THIS FAMILY! I don't want to see your face for the rest of the night!" he shouted to his son, who lay at the bottom of the stairs like a broken doll, and stormed off to go have a drink. Marcus laid there crying before he moved to the safety of his bedroom. **
Marcus's eyes watered at the memory. Pleasing his father was something that had seemed impossible to Marcus all his life. No matter how hard he tried, he could never do anything right. Shaking the thought from his head, Marcus turned off the water as he wrapped his towel around his waist, and went to go and get dressed to start yet another day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
A/N: Hmmm . . . I might have to change the rating for some of the future chapters. I hope this chapter wasn't too bad! Please R/R for more!!