HIDDEN (D.M)

K I LL E D

Nova Bellefleur

I swing my eyes open. My head felt like it had been stuffed with wool, my body feeling weak and clumpy. I rub the soft silky sheets that hug my warm body and that's when it hits me.

Last night I was sexually assaulted by Crabb.

I lifted myself up straightening my spine, the first thing lining up with my vision was a mirror. My face reflecting last night's events. But I remember blacking out so where am I?

A gush of confusion confronts my mind now, really paying attention to my surroundings.

This isn't my room.

Everything is polish. Tidy and clean.

This definitely isn't my room.

The bathroom door suddenly swings open, hot fog leaving the enclosed space. I turn my head to see who it was and coming out was Malfoy with only his bottom half being covered with a towel.

Fuck.

In panic I fall back to bed, closing my eyes to pretend I was still asleep. I hear him ruffle around his drawers opening and closing them.

"If you wanted me to think you were asleep you should've stayed where you were."

I let a few seconds go by before asking, "why am I here Malfoy?" I sit up again, his back facing me.

"How rude of you." He turns around walking towards me, he lowers down so his face meets mine, he grabs my chin tightly pulling me closer, "you should be thanking me." His breath fans over my nose.

I disengage myself from his grip, giving him a disbelieved look. "Thank you? Why would I ever thank you." I spat my words.

He fixes himself and backs away from me, he let's a slow curling smile appear before answering, "Because. If it wasn't for me you'd be found next to Crabb's dead body."

His words came out more amusingly than I thought, almost like he was still waiting for my 'thank you'.

"What do you mean dead!" I rapidly get out of his bed, nerves course through my veins at his unexpected words.

"You know... passed, deceased, departed, gone... I thought you were smarter than that."

"I know what dead means, I mean how? When! Who!" I start getting frustrated.

"You should've asked that instead." He walks over to his mirror putting his tie around his neck and begins to loop it around.

He pauses and looks over to me through the mirror as he answers. "You."

I freeze. His words replay in my mind over and over again like a broken record. I try to rethink everything that happened last night, but I don't think I was that fucked up enough to kill someone.

Right?

"You don't remember, do you?" He interrupts, his tie already in place around his neck.

"How do I know this isn't part of your plan to destroy me?" I cautiously ask, I have every right to, he made it very clear he would do everything he can to destroy my life. How do I know this isn't a lie?

"Because if you hadn't killed him I would." He walked over to me, making sure every step was intimidating and recorded. "And unlike you I don't lie." He uses his index finger to flick my chin in a 'come here' motion.

"You're my enemy, only I get to touch you. Only I get to hurt you." He makes sure every word is clear, making sure that it is known.

I clench my fist so my nails dig into the palm of my hand, giving me a slight pain sensation to calm myself before I lash out.