Author's Note: Written for the LiveJournal Community 15minuteficlets: Word 92

Lucius stared across the room where Draco had fallen on his backside. Blood trickled down the corner of Draco's mouth where his 'father' had struck him.

"Why do torture me like mutt dog in a back alley!" Draco question, shakily returning to his former standing position.

"Because you are my son," Lucius sneered.

"But I'm not!" Draco yelled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I am nothing to you! You found me in a fucking orphanage and stole me, putting spells over me to make me look like you! You turned me into a fucking spy for your fucking Voldemort! You force me to hate people and be prejudice against others when I am not! Fuck you, fuck what you are, and fuck what you make me do!"

Tears streamed down Draco's face as he wished to himself that he was anywhere but there. Though, perhaps this fight would finally be the end of his puppet days. The chance was unlikely, but there was always the hope.

Draco wanted to be himself, look like himself, respond like himself. Not the way his father wanted. Ever since his first day at Hogwarts. His father would pull the puppet strings and say, "Hate Harry Potter." or "Insult every mudblood you find."

"You may not be my true son," Lucious Malfoy's lips grinned malevolently, "but you are my son just the same. And sons must obey their fathers."

Draco wiped his face and quickly regained his composure. "Well," The platinum-haired boy stated emotionlessly, "this father can shove it up his ass."