Chapter 2
I sat on the floor in the girl's dorm when I remembered the package father put in my trunk. Mother told me to give it my head of House. Quickly I grabbed the bag and ran down stairs. Professor Snape was still there talking to a prefect.
He looked down at me and shooed the prefect away when I handed him the package.
I picked up the package from the girls hands and ripped open the brow paper. A leather belt was sitting in the remains of the packaging along with a hand written note.
For when the arrogant brat misbehaves -William Smith
Memories brushed the surface of my mind but I pushed them back I dropped the note and picked up the belt and I noted the girl paled. I was about to drop the belt when something caught my eye. A stain, a blood stain I thought.
"Come along we are going to see the head master," he said. I felt tears beginning to form in my eyes but I forced them back. Tears are bad very bad almost as bad as me I said father told me so. I followed him up to the third floor to where we stopped only to have Professor Snape mutter some words to a gargoyle and a staircase was revealed.
We walked up the stairs and entered the office. "Severus I've been expecting you," the head master said looking up from his desk. "Elizabeth sit down," he said gesturing to a chair in the corner of the room. I obeyed immediately. Maybe if I follow his orders I won't be kicked out I thought. I sat down in the chair and Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape started talking. I brought my legs up and rested my chin on my knees. I let the tears fall I don't want to leave yet. I closed my eyes and I saw him.
He stumbled into the kitchen and slammed the door shut. I jumped and the dish fell from my hand. Before I could think my head was pounded against the tile floor. "Pick it up," my father hissed. I could smell the booze on his breath and some how a tear fell down my cheek. "What did I say about tears," he screamed resounding in another blow to my head. He shoved my away and walked into the sitting room. Quickly I picked up the pieces cutting my hands blood dripped onto the floor. "Girl get me some beer," my father's voice came from the sitting room. I shuffled over to the fridge and stood up on my tip-toes to reach the six pack. My fingers slipped and it then everything seemed to go in slow motion. The bottles shattered against the tile and father came running into the kitchen. Before I knew it I was lying in the broken glass the kitchen floor covered in beer, bottles, and blood.
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