Chapter 5
Draco had spent the night getting all the information on his finances, employees, and business's in order. He had plunge into work to keep his mind off his problems. He worked non stop all through the night right on into the sunrise. With the last paper signed Draco had nothing left to do but sit back and read the Sunday paper. Not something he was looking forward too after all he knew what was going to be in it.
As Draco stood up it finally hit him and hard. Sure he had cried when Sue had raped him, but after that his mind had been on lock down until now. He felt his knees give way as he sunk to the floor weeping uncontrollably. He was no closer to an answer to help his mother or himself for that matter as he curled up in a ball. It was what his mind really needed him to do before it could think, strait. His mind and body both had plans form him after his good long cry; he would have a good long sleep.
After that Draco would have to find a way to deal with what was happing to him. He could keep on pretending nothing was wrong burying himself in work and school or he could face Sue down and kill her dead where she stood, of course then his mother would die of starvation….He could turn her in for what she had done and was doing, but there was the whole mother dieing of starvation still.
As Draco dreamt it came to him what he would have to do to save his mothers life. It was so simple a muggle could do it. All he would have to do was whatever Sue Twila told him. As for saving himself he'd have to keep his mind on work until something else came along to save him. What most people didn't know about Draco Malfoy was even when he was sleeping his mind was thinking; it was as if a part of his brain just refused to turn itself off. He also had a very little bit of ESP. It was nothing amazing really he could just know what someone was thinking sometimes. It would just come to him, like an owl with a letter. His mind whispered to him 'Keep me open and you will find her.'
Draco opened his eyes to find he was still on the floor only inches form his bed. He could still hear his minds whispers only they seemed louder then the normal ones, much louder. He only had an esp. headache one other time in his life. The day after his father had gone to wizard jail. It had woken him form a deep sleep, but his mind hadn't whispered anything other then 'it will be ok.' Taking the headache as a sign today was not going to be a good day Draco aliped to not leave his room. There was only one problem with that Ms. Twila was taking him aka her dolly clothes shopping.