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"Have you ever wondered what it is liked to be assaulted? Have you ever been bullied? Have you ever even thought about that happening to you? Well, if you have, there must be something wrong with you, because it isn't nice. It isn't nice at all.
Perhaps I should start from the beginning. Hmm… no, that would take too long, I will start in the middle. Yes the middle sounds good doesn't it? Quite jolly if you ask me, well possibly jollier than anything else I have to say, sure there may be humor, possibly laughter, but nothing seriously jolly.
So, the middle it is."
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There were nights of torture and being abused. Having someone think you are asleep, come into your room, sexually assault you while actually pretending you are asleep, all the while just trying to close your legs without looking suspicious and hope everything will go away. Yes, that is what it's like. Waking up the next morning is hell. He's sitting there laughing with all his mates, even your godforsaken friends and you walk into the room and smile like nothing ever happened. You can't even say that you tried to defend yourself, like everyone else would do in that situation. You are horrified. Your best friend's father is a sicko.
You can smell the sausages on the barbeque and you look towards his wife, cooking them. You pity her, you really do. How could anyone not realize what was going on? How can one person be so dim-witted that they can't even realize that their husband wasn't in bed for over an hour the night previous? Hmm… possibly because she was so drunk that she didn't even know. They were all drunk. But you can't blame it on that only, after all the Dark Lord had just been defeated a week ago and yet the parties continue, even after the loss of so much life. He's done it before, the exact same; sexual assault. Yes, it is against the law, but what are you going to do about it? No-one would believe you. That's the way it is.
He has all these buddies to look after his back, but what happens when it's their children he's assaulting as well? Has he ever assaulted someone else? That sick man probably perverts on his own children. It's a disgusting thought. Then he looks you in the eye. Of course you try to ignore it, but you smile back at him, for show, only his smile is mischievous, but you know exactly why he looks like he has just caught a death eater, but its nothing relatively close to that. And yet you wonder still, why no one notices.
Of course you are feeling horrible, but you can't help but be relieved that you are going home, can you? Everyone is eating breakfast now, but still, many sleep; hangovers.
'Stuff happens and you get over it' that's what you say to your self. Stuff has happened and you have gotten over it. But, this has been one times too many. You start thinking about him.
"Bastard" you mutter.
"What was that?"
Of course you ignore the person next to you; you don't even look up to see who it is. You feel guilty, but for what reason it is unknown. New tingling starts to form in the bottom of your stomach. You don't know at first, but its rage. Rage at what has happened and yet you still refuse to tell anyone. You have the desire to hurt him. Hell; you don't even care if it isn't him you hurt. As long as either he or his family pay. But you remind yourself that you can't; they are like your family.
You consider locking yourself in the bathroom forever. But surely you would get into trouble, after all, people got to do their business and you would be preventing that. But mainly, that damned mirror would get annoying, after all, it sounds just like him. Lately, everything has gotten to remind you of him. The wind blowing through the window sounds like his breath in the middle of the night, his long, shallow, deep breaths. You look in Fred's face, you see him. You look in Charlie's face, you see him. You even look in Ron's face and you see him yet again.
It's like that torturous night all over again.
Thank goodness your home is set up to the Floo Network. Once you are home you sneak away to the living room and find your parents out at work. But of course you wouldn't have told them anyway. You dislike telling them about your world. Yes your world. It feels as if you own it, you probably could, you're smart enough. But instead of world domination as you most-times imagine, you head upstairs to bed.
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