slight tw: domestic abuse
I started cutting my hair shorter towards the end of Second year. Not short short, but compared to the long wavy hair that was now just past the shoulders, it was short for me. Although mother didn't like it. Great start to summer.
"You never cut or change anything about yourself without coming to me first!" She shrieked.
I was on the floor crying, on the cold tiles. Sirius had his arms wrapped around me. He could feel my sweat, and my shaking bones. I wanted to be just bones.
"REGINA, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" She yelled, a piercing ringing shot through my ears.
"YOU'RE WORRYING HER." Sirius yelled.
The room started spinning, my eyes started burning along with my chest. My whole body felt as if it were possessed by a demon, which it was. The demon being my mother.
"SHE SHOULD BE WORRIED. TALK BACK TO ME AGAIN, CHILD. I DARE YOU." She yelled.
"LEAVE HER ALONE!" Sirius yelled, "LEAVE HER ALONE OR I-" Another shriek.
Not a shouting sort of shriek, a pain shriek. Mother was cursing him. Not with words, with power. With control. Because she can. Because she could, because she would. And she did.
Sirius was taken over by her dominance and pain. He was being hurt because of me, and I didn't know what to do but just watch him get tortured.
"You will NOT, answer back to me!" She said stern. "You will obey me! I am your mother!"
"No." Breath. "You." Another breath. "Aren't." Sirius said. Standing up.
"You are my son whether you or I like it or not. Act like it." She said, turned around and stomped out of the room. Sirius sat there, holding himself. I sat there not holding him.
