Alright, this chapter will be long... I swear!
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"I'm sure our parents will love to 'ave you stay..." Samantha said as she, Pierre, and Draco walked up the long driveway to their manor. His stomach was tied up in knots, or at least that's how it felt. Draco felt as though he wasn't ready to tell anyone about his abusive parents, even if it was the parents of his two best friends. Well, it was now or never. And never seemed like a better plan, but Draco didn't want to tell anyone that.
"Are you sure? I mean, your family is already big as it is..." Draco said nervously.
Samantha shook her head. "No, it will be fine. Our parents love kids, zat is why zey had so many of us!" Pierre nodded in agreement to his sister, and Draco felt a bit more relieved. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard to do after all. Unless Samantha and Pierre's parents turned out to be ex-convicts or murderers. But that wasn't too likely. He probably wouldn't even be friends with them if that were true. Boy, Draco sure could have an overactive imagination sometimes.
"Okay, well, if you're sure, I'll stay for awhile," Draco said as Pierre opened the door, allowing the three of them to step inside.
Draco had never been inside the Franboise manor before. It was HUGE; crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, class floor tiles, golden door handles, the works. He wished just his room would look how their entrance hall did. It was all to good to be true.
"Mom, Dad, Draco has somezing to tell you!" Samantha shouted up the large, polished staircase. Draco figured that was where Mr. and Mrs. Franboise were.
A few seconds later, a rather pretty woman with dark blonde hair walked down the stairs. Draco figured that was Mrs. Franboise, the therapist of the family, but he wasn't so sure. It could have been one of Samantha and Pierre's older sisters.But, judging from the looks of it, she was the mother figure of the house. And she looked like a much better mother than Draco's ever could be.
"What is wrong, Draco?" Mrs. Franboise asked. Draco said nothing at first. Even though she was a therapist, as he had been told countless times by his friends, it was still extremely uncomfortable telling an adult about what was going on. He didn't want to answer questions, and he certainly didn't want Mrs. Franboise explaining to his parents that their behavior towards him was wrong. He would sure get a beating then.
Draco shifted nervously on his feet. "My parents abuse me." he mumbled, not looking her directly in the eye. But he could tell from the way she sighed she felt bad for him, and Draco was sure she'd seen many situations like his before.
"Do you know why?" she asked, leaning down to see face-to-face with him. Her voice was soft, almost like sugar, and it was kind of childish too. It almost felt as though he was talking to someone his age. Maybe that's why Mrs. Franboise had chosen to be a child's therapist instead of an adult one. It made her so much easier to talk to. And he'd been doubting telling an adult about his family? What had he been so scared of? Now he just felt stupid as he explained every single thing his parents had done to him in the past few years. And Mrs. Franboise listened patiently, and Draco could tell all twelve of her children were listening around the corner, Samantha and Pierre included. Well, that sure made it hard to talk.
"...and my two uncles are just as bad as my mom and dad. I hate them..." Draco said, clenching his fists. Mrs. Franboise sighed, then, noticing her children listening in, told them to go do something useful around the house.
"Draco, hate is such a strong word..." she said. But anyone could tell that Draco didn't care if hate was strong or not. As long as he was away from that family of his, that was all that mattered.
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"I'm sure our parents will love to 'ave you stay..." Samantha said as she, Pierre, and Draco walked up the long driveway to their manor. His stomach was tied up in knots, or at least that's how it felt. Draco felt as though he wasn't ready to tell anyone about his abusive parents, even if it was the parents of his two best friends. Well, it was now or never. And never seemed like a better plan, but Draco didn't want to tell anyone that.
"Are you sure? I mean, your family is already big as it is..." Draco said nervously.
Samantha shook her head. "No, it will be fine. Our parents love kids, zat is why zey had so many of us!" Pierre nodded in agreement to his sister, and Draco felt a bit more relieved. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard to do after all. Unless Samantha and Pierre's parents turned out to be ex-convicts or murderers. But that wasn't too likely. He probably wouldn't even be friends with them if that were true. Boy, Draco sure could have an overactive imagination sometimes.
"Okay, well, if you're sure, I'll stay for awhile," Draco said as Pierre opened the door, allowing the three of them to step inside.
Draco had never been inside the Franboise manor before. It was HUGE; crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, class floor tiles, golden door handles, the works. He wished just his room would look how their entrance hall did. It was all to good to be true.
"Mom, Dad, Draco has somezing to tell you!" Samantha shouted up the large, polished staircase. Draco figured that was where Mr. and Mrs. Franboise were.
A few seconds later, a rather pretty woman with dark blonde hair walked down the stairs. Draco figured that was Mrs. Franboise, the therapist of the family, but he wasn't so sure. It could have been one of Samantha and Pierre's older sisters.But, judging from the looks of it, she was the mother figure of the house. And she looked like a much better mother than Draco's ever could be.
"What is wrong, Draco?" Mrs. Franboise asked. Draco said nothing at first. Even though she was a therapist, as he had been told countless times by his friends, it was still extremely uncomfortable telling an adult about what was going on. He didn't want to answer questions, and he certainly didn't want Mrs. Franboise explaining to his parents that their behavior towards him was wrong. He would sure get a beating then.
Draco shifted nervously on his feet. "My parents abuse me." he mumbled, not looking her directly in the eye. But he could tell from the way she sighed she felt bad for him, and Draco was sure she'd seen many situations like his before.
"Do you know why?" she asked, leaning down to see face-to-face with him. Her voice was soft, almost like sugar, and it was kind of childish too. It almost felt as though he was talking to someone his age. Maybe that's why Mrs. Franboise had chosen to be a child's therapist instead of an adult one. It made her so much easier to talk to. And he'd been doubting telling an adult about his family? What had he been so scared of? Now he just felt stupid as he explained every single thing his parents had done to him in the past few years. And Mrs. Franboise listened patiently, and Draco could tell all twelve of her children were listening around the corner, Samantha and Pierre included. Well, that sure made it hard to talk.
"...and my two uncles are just as bad as my mom and dad. I hate them..." Draco said, clenching his fists. Mrs. Franboise sighed, then, noticing her children listening in, told them to go do something useful around the house.
"Draco, hate is such a strong word..." she said. But anyone could tell that Draco didn't care if hate was strong or not. As long as he was away from that family of his, that was all that mattered.