Daddy issues

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE: A shell of the girl I once was

*Annabella's POV*

It was the day of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup final... and I was dreading it with every fibre of my being. I would have to stand there in front of people like the Minister and act like I was fine and like I was normal. I had come to accept that I was a mess in the short time period that I had to think. It had been exactly twenty two hours and sixteen minutes since the incident took place. I had had a lot of time to reflect on how I was a horrible person and no longer deserved love in anyway because I'd become friends with blood traitors and a muggle-born. And that meant I didn't deserve Draco. I decided to ignore what happened the day before and continue about my life as if it were normal, with the exception of Draco. Whatever we had going on was off the table now; I wouldn't dare look him in the eyes. I felt dirty. No matter how many times I had washed I couldn't feel clean again -and I had washed a total of seven times to try and get rid of the terrible blanket of guilt that clung onto me. I was ruined. And that was the full intent of the attack... to ruin me. To break me down, to where I could sink no lower, and allow me the chance to rebuild myself. Or at least that is how I looked at it.

I would now become Annabella Odile Riddle and live up to my name. There would be no more Bella. There would be no more love shared, as it only left me hurt and betrayed. I would get the power and respect I deserved. I was void of all emotion. I was a shell of the girl I once was. As Lucius had muttered to me as he left my room: I was a woman now, no longer a child with stupid feelings. No one could hurt me anymore.

A/n: this is just a filler chapter to show how she is feeling and the complex emotions that are starting to develop from the recent trauma.

The previous chapter was hard to write as it held a lot of personal meaning as well, I hope you liked it and are enjoying the story so far. I love you all, stay safe xx