Escaping the Past
A/N: Ok, like I promised. The first chapter. I hope you all like it! Don't forget to review. I would love to hear your thoughts and if you have a way to improve the story or a scene you want to contribute rather than writing your own fic than be my guest.
Chapter One
Hermione's POV
"Hermione!" My father beckons me out of my sanctuary with his rusty, drunken voice.
"Yes, your majesty," I mumble as I walk towards the direction of his gruesome voice.
"Excuse me?" He questioned as I turned from the stairs. He grabbed the counter for balance because he was about to topple over..
"Nothing," I rolled my eyes at the sight of him.
He slapped me; " Don't roll your god forsaken eyes at me! And. I deserve respect! You know, call me sir!"
The last straw was pulled. I lashed out!
"You don't deserve shit! You have hit me all of my life. You hit mom so much that she died slowly! You've raped me at least 5 times! Why can't you find someone your own age or at least relatively close! Why do you hate me?" I wanted to weep but stood strong and fierce.
"Angel, I don't hate you…." He lied just to get a step closer as I stepped back. My step hadn't helped. He hit me so hard in the stomach that I bent over and coughed up blood in mere seconds. After that hit, he slammed his fist into my head. I fell to the ground and was seemingly lifeless.
I lay painfully still as he steps over my listless body.
The door slammed shut and the truck revved up. The sound fainted into the distance as he drove off to Charlie's Bar.
I stood, trembling. My heart beat slowly as I fell the phone.
My fingers moved interminably slow while dialing for the Wizards Abuse line. A lady answered.
"Wizards Abuse, do you have a problem?" Her voice seemed to echo in my head.
"Hello?" She sounded.
"Help…"
I fell to the ground and hit it with a thud. The phone, too, fell.
A/N: Ok, what do you think of this chapter… It is 12:17 at night by the way so that's why it has taken a bit and for an grammatical errors that my comp has caught…