Hey now! Another chapter, I know, I waited a while but I was...thinking.
I looked down at my sheet that was wrapped around me, it too was soaked in blood. It was almost like he cut me up and let me bleed. Like gashes covered my drained body. It felt that anyway; big huge gashes, slit between my legs, and pouring out like a fountain.
How could he do this to me?
Did he feel any guilt? Any regret? Any need to apologize?
While he was in my shower, probably thinking to himself "Well Done Draco."
Well, he can think that but I'm gonna forget this. I heaved myself up, still clutching the sheet tightly, uneasy about how I looked underneath it and slightly limping, I walked to the bathroom.
The door was opened slightly and peeked my head inside. Sure enough he was in the shower, probably washing "me" of his body that I didn't even know I was on.
What could this do?
I don't know he has. Plus, if I wasn't pregnant already, I'm probably pregnant now.
Goddamnit. How can I let this keep happening? What is it that he keeps doing that is making me so irresistible to him? Why can I still let him do this to me?
This has to stop.
I heard the water turn off in the shower and the curtain open. I didn't want to look at him, I didn't want to look into his eyes knowing he hurt me so bad and how much he didn't think much about it.
He opened the door and walked out with only a towel covering him. With one hand he held the towel in place and with the other he swooped his hair back.
"You made such a mess."
Were the first worlds out of his mouth, not anything sympathetic, not anything meaningful, just, you made a mess.
"Don't you mean you made the mess."
He looked at me like I was some sort of smart mouth child, like I WAS a child.
"What did you say to me?"
"You know you heard me you dick."
He started to chuckle as he tied the towel around he waist. Then, like a tiger on its prey, he pounced onto me and clutched my wrists hard against the bed.
"You don't remember this do you? I had you like this less than 20 minutes ago. I know you felt it, I know you were screaming in your head "yes". I can hurt you in so many ways Hermione, more than you could imagine and the best part is..."
He got really close to my ear. I could feel him wrap his knees around my hips and dig into them.
"...it makes me so horney, you couldn't believe."
He pressed his boner onto the sheets, as if they weren't there. He moaned quietly in my ear. A tear trickled down my eye as I just felt pain, even from the slightest touch.
He finally let my wrists go and got off me. I was too scared to move, to let another tear run out of my eye, to breathe. I didn't even get up. I just laid there and stared up at the ceiling, only hearing put his clothes and walk out of the room without another word.
Once he was gone, I rolled over to my right hand nightstand, I pulled out my shiny silver black handle knife.
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I lay in the shower, my knees close to my chest, afraid he might come back, to try again. My knife in my right hand, ready to end it all. I couldn't take this. I couldn't walk around school, acting the same, but hiding this deep secret inside. I couldn't. I wouldn't. I was ready to hurt myself more than he had hurt me. I least I would know about it and this time I wouldn't wake up.
AGHHHHH! So much to think about...review for god sake!!!!!!!!!
I looked down at my sheet that was wrapped around me, it too was soaked in blood. It was almost like he cut me up and let me bleed. Like gashes covered my drained body. It felt that anyway; big huge gashes, slit between my legs, and pouring out like a fountain.
How could he do this to me?
Did he feel any guilt? Any regret? Any need to apologize?
While he was in my shower, probably thinking to himself "Well Done Draco."
Well, he can think that but I'm gonna forget this. I heaved myself up, still clutching the sheet tightly, uneasy about how I looked underneath it and slightly limping, I walked to the bathroom.
The door was opened slightly and peeked my head inside. Sure enough he was in the shower, probably washing "me" of his body that I didn't even know I was on.
What could this do?
I don't know he has. Plus, if I wasn't pregnant already, I'm probably pregnant now.
Goddamnit. How can I let this keep happening? What is it that he keeps doing that is making me so irresistible to him? Why can I still let him do this to me?
This has to stop.
I heard the water turn off in the shower and the curtain open. I didn't want to look at him, I didn't want to look into his eyes knowing he hurt me so bad and how much he didn't think much about it.
He opened the door and walked out with only a towel covering him. With one hand he held the towel in place and with the other he swooped his hair back.
"You made such a mess."
Were the first worlds out of his mouth, not anything sympathetic, not anything meaningful, just, you made a mess.
"Don't you mean you made the mess."
He looked at me like I was some sort of smart mouth child, like I WAS a child.
"What did you say to me?"
"You know you heard me you dick."
He started to chuckle as he tied the towel around he waist. Then, like a tiger on its prey, he pounced onto me and clutched my wrists hard against the bed.
"You don't remember this do you? I had you like this less than 20 minutes ago. I know you felt it, I know you were screaming in your head "yes". I can hurt you in so many ways Hermione, more than you could imagine and the best part is..."
He got really close to my ear. I could feel him wrap his knees around my hips and dig into them.
"...it makes me so horney, you couldn't believe."
He pressed his boner onto the sheets, as if they weren't there. He moaned quietly in my ear. A tear trickled down my eye as I just felt pain, even from the slightest touch.
He finally let my wrists go and got off me. I was too scared to move, to let another tear run out of my eye, to breathe. I didn't even get up. I just laid there and stared up at the ceiling, only hearing put his clothes and walk out of the room without another word.
Once he was gone, I rolled over to my right hand nightstand, I pulled out my shiny silver black handle knife.
@
I lay in the shower, my knees close to my chest, afraid he might come back, to try again. My knife in my right hand, ready to end it all. I couldn't take this. I couldn't walk around school, acting the same, but hiding this deep secret inside. I couldn't. I wouldn't. I was ready to hurt myself more than he had hurt me. I least I would know about it and this time I wouldn't wake up.
AGHHHHH! So much to think about...review for god sake!!!!!!!!!