Enough for You

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This chapter contains mature themes: alcohol & substance use and abuse, verbal abuse, and other "adult themes." readers discretion is advised.

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Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson
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LOVE, a feeling of happiness, and trust.

It engulfs a person and can make them stronger...or weaker.

In the Rowle family it was seen as weakness. Something that can blind you and take your power.

Statistically, love is defined as an intense feeling of deep affection. This can be seen between friends, family, and life partners. Parents are supposed to love one another right? Right? I mean that's what we were taught in fairytales and lullabies.

Looking back now, those stories never showed us the whole truth...

Thorfinn and Dominique were betrothed to each other at a young age. It was said that both families respected each other more than any outside parties. Both pure bloods. Both money and power hungry. Both with children of age, what more was needed.

My parents were thrown into adulthood. They never loved each other, and they never even loved me. I was a product of hate. A symbol that as long as pureblood within the Sacred 28 marry then all is good and untainted.

Thorfinn and Dominque's relationship wasn't always messy like it is now. There was once a time where we would eat dinner without engaging in arguments, I would constantly be presented with new toys, force them to read me bedtime stories (where they happily obliged), and even partook in infinite amounts of pinky promises;

"Sammy there aren't any monsters under your bed hun." "Pinky Promise?" "Pinky Promise."

"Okay! Okay one more story, that's it" "Pinky Promise?" "Pinky Promise."

"We love you darling." "Pinky Promise?"

Although one day they stopped. One day everything stopped.

Father lost his job in the ministry financial department, budget cuts. Thats when the conflicts started. We were losing money, fast, crumbling underneath ourselves.

Dad had to find another job soon, and mum would send him on his way every morning with so much as a cup of coffee. Every night was the same. Father would apparate home way too late, reeking of scotch and burban. I may have been young but I could smell it in his breathe the next morning in the kitchen, where the same fight always broke out;

"You're not even trying to find a job Finn" my mother would irritably yell while pouring him coffee.

"How many times Dominique, theres nothing available" he'd shoot back as his fist collided with the table.

"How would you know! Is the Royal Oak Pub suddenly hiring Finn?"

As I grew older I was able to make the world out for what it truly is...

a disaster.

Examining my parents relationship was the first insight I had to know that love didn't exist. Their fighting eventually subsided, and my dad found a job. But the atmosphere and dynamic of our "family" was thrown completely off balance.

The place I once called home felt more like a pit of eternal darkness from which there is no escape, filled to the brim with the influence of corruption and secrets. Overtime I grew suspicious of my family's new line of work, and every time I asked about the business I would be brushed off, sent to my room, or punished for trying to fit somewhere I didn't belong.