Distant Memories (Draco Malfoy ff)

39. Youre Enough

Adelpha's Pov:
I'm thankful when I arrive back around 2 in the morning to see a sleeping Draco. I really didn't want to have to talk about things and I knew he would question me if he was awake. I take off my scarf and walk back to the bathroom.

I look in the mirror at the purple bruise forming on the side of my jaw. I let my hand brush over it and inhale sharply when I press to hard on it. I brush my teeth trying to get the alcohol smell out.

I spit the water out and wipe my mouth as I look back into the mirror. I watch as a tear escapes my eye. I hated the way my father was and I hated myself for being so like him. I never wanted to end up like him.

I just wanted to be gone, away from everyone so I couldn't hurt them.

I cry into my hands as quiet as I can trying not to wake Draco. I take a deep breath and wipe my face off. I walk back into the bedroom and sit at the edge of the bed, dipping as I sit down, with my head in my hands.

I silently let a few tears escape as I think of my father and my problems. I wasn't enough. I wasn't like my mother, I wasn't strong like her. I couldn't do this anymore.

I look up at the walk and quickly suck it up as I feel Dracos arms wrap around my stomach. He lays a soft kiss on my neck. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder, taking in his soft smell.

He softly grabs my side of my jaw and turns my head towards him, forcing me to look into his eyes. I look at his beautiful blue eyes through my glossy ones.

"You're enough, I promise." He softly whispers.

I smile at him and let my head fall into his chest.

"I will forever tell you that until I die, as many times as you need. Because you are enough."

"And you're nothing like your father I promise." He kisses my head softly.

He lays back so we're both now laying back on the bed. He brushes my hair out of my face as I turn over to look at him. I smile as I take in my favorite features of him. His eyes, his nose, his gently smile, the way his eyes sparkled when they looked at something. Even in the dark.

I wanted to be better for him, but I don't know if I could.

"Want to talk about it love?" He asks almost in whisper.

"He told me I was like him, and if not right now that I would be. I'd be an alcoholic."

"You won't be that, and you aren't."

"Draco Im almost there. I drink all the time and you know it too."

"Well I'll help you stop."

"What if I can't?"

"You can."

"How do you know?"

"Because I just do Adelpha."

"You don't."

"Adelpha I know that you are who you've always been, with a few minor problems that were caused by shit you didn't deserve. So merlins forbid you drink when your unhappy or smoke. It's better in a small way then how you were."

"But drinking still hurts me."

"Adelpha were in this together, forever. We help each other, remember?"

"Yes."

"Okay then stop worrying, now what else did he say?"

"He said so many horrible things about my mum, about how she was a whore, how she never loved me, how he hurt her, how he indulged in it. He said he loved when the blood ran onto her clothes and ruined them, and the way the bruises looked afterwards."

"Adelpha you know your mother was never a whore. She loved you, I saw it. She would give anything to be here with you, and I know she's so fucking proud of you for how far you've come. He just a sick fuck. I still want to kill him."

"He said things about you too."

"What did he say?"

"How we'd never work, how you were just another slytherin boy using me for my body or other things. How you'd cheat eventually and I'd never get anywhere with you. You'd fuck me and leave me, but I know that's not true. I know you love me, and I know you would never leave me, but what about the times I've hurt you."

"You've had a reason. You needed time. We both did. I promise I love you, and I would never hate you for the decisions you make for your well being, I promise."

"I looked back at the old photos of me and my mother. My old room. My mothers old room. My old toys, the old family photos. Everything looked so different. In one of the photos I could see the make up line from hiding the bruises my father has given me and my mother."

"Do you know what the worst part was?"

"Hm?"

"I realized when I went back after he hurt me and I tried to kill myself. I was like him I took my anger out on him. I hurt him like he hurt my mother and me. I got revenge, something he would've done. Then he said something I will never forget, "You will forever have me inside of you, you can't take back how you hurt yourself over me. The words you told yourself. The scars I gave you. The memories of watching your mother get beat because you were to much of a baby. You will never see your mother again, maybe in hell you can. You can hurt me all you want, but you will always be like me and never be able to forget the memories.' And he was right. I will never be able to forget Draco. I will never be able to get him out of my system, or the scars on my body. I will never see my mum again."

"I feel like I can't breath here, I feel like I will always feel suffocated living here with the memories of my father, but you make it better."

"I love you so fucking much, and you never have to relive those things or memories with me. You can always tell me if you do get the distant memories." He says with a shaky voice.

His finger wipes under my eye gently as drys the tear. 

"What if I can't give you everything-"

"You don't have to Adlepha, you're enough and that's all I need."

I nod my head and cuddle into his chest. The warmth of his bare torso comforting me. He pulls the comforter up to cover us and adjust our pillows. I laugh at his ocd habits, he couldn't stand when a blanket was folded over or something, or when the pillow wasn't fluff.

I could see why his mom never changed his room. I feel myself drifting into sleep, warm and at home with him.

"I love you." I whisper faintly.

I didn't hear a reply so I look up. His passed out with his mouth slightly open and his arm wrapped around me tightly. I smile and lay my head back down.