crave

twenty

he saved me. he helped me. my father will be furious that he was stopped. he'll be livid tonight, when no one is around to help me. but why did draco help me? he hates me, despises me, shoots me down every chance he gets.

i felt sorry that he had to see me like that, that he had to help me when i know he didnt want to. i hope he hasnt left yet, so i can thank him. though, my body doesnt want me to get up. im sore, bruised, broken.

i force myself to get up, my stomach aching as i sit up. im still in draco's shirt, it hangs loosely around my thighs. i smile as the scent of him fills my nose. i quickly push it away, embarrassed at the feeling he gives me.

i carefully walk down the stairs, i see draco and his father speaking to my parents. draco glares at my father, his fists clenched. "good morning" i say quietly and my father's gaze turns to me. he eyes me, looking at every part of me, looking at the bruises he left. draco's glare turns to me and i shoot him a smile.

"ah good morning, elizabeth. they were just about to leave" my father says and i nod as i walk over to both of my parents. my father wraps his arm around my waist and my breath hitches. draco glares at him, his jaw clenched. his eyes are full of sorrow as he watches my fathers movements. "i hope you two enjoyed your stay. you were great company" i say and lucius nods. "thank you for having us" he says and i nod.

i look at draco and he sighs. "thank you" i mouth and he nods. "well, come draco. your mother will want us home soon" lucius says and draco nods. "i'll see you at school, elizabeth" draco says before they turn around and walk out.

"he's a lovely boy" my father glares at me and i look up at him. "i'll be in the kitchen" my mother says before walking off. "come, elizabeth" my father grabs my arm and pulls me upstairs.

*dracos pov*
she looks great in my shirt walking down the stairs but i cant think of that right now. her eyes are full of fear as her father wraps his arm around her. i should kill him, right here right now. but i cant. "thank you" elizabeth mouths and i give her a nod. she shouldnt be thanking me. i havent helped her, im leaving her here with him. with this evil man that hurts her.

i want to stay or take her with me. i want to get her out of here. "ill see you at school, elizabeth" i say, knowing ill be worrying about her for the rest of the break. wondering if she's hurting, if he's hurting her. i know once we walk out of the house he's going to continue what he was doing last night. and i wont be able to stop him this time.

me and my father walk out and he laughs "you let her borrow your shirt" he says. "please dont speak of it" i say and he scoffs "embarrassed for sleeping with her, draco? no need. she's a good looking girl. congratulations" he says. i want to punch him for his words. he's as disgusting as her father, talking about her looks. speaking about what isnt theirs.

though, i speak of her. i think of her all of the time and she's not mine. she only uses me for pleasure. i wonder if she thinks of me like i think of her. if i stay in her mind like she stays in mine.

"be careful with her, draco. she seems like trouble" my father warns and my blood boils. he has no right to speak about her attitude. he does not know what she goes through. or what if he does? what if he heard too and slept peacefully. that sounds like my father.

"i dont need you to protect me, i can care for myself" i say back and he scoffs.

*elizabeths pov*
my father walks out of my room, leaving me laying on my bed. even more bruised and broken than when i woke up. dracos shirt lay on the bed beside me. i grab it and force myself to sit up. i pull his shirt onto my body, taking in his scent.

i wish he was still here, i dont care how much of an ass he is i feel a sense of safety from him. he helped me last night, he could have left me to lay by myself but he helped me. he cleaned me up and gave me his shirt.

my body aches as i curl into a ball, covering up with the covers. tears roll out of my eyes as i try to focus on dracos smell coming from the shirt. two more weeks of this. two more weeks of draco staying in my mind. two more weeks of my mother allowing my father to hurt me. im going to go fucking crazy.