Behind the Façade

Chapter 4

Maeve's Point of View:

"MAEVE LORELEI WAKE UP RIGHT NOW"

Cold water is all I can feel when I jolt awake. What the fuck? This wasn't supposed to happen, Im not supposed to be here.

Who the hell was that voice?

I open my eyes, and see that I am in my shower fully clothed. Ripply is standing in the way of the shower door watching me. As soon as my eyes opened I could see the stress flying off of his tiny elf shoulders.

"What were you thinking Master Maeve? Ripply was so worried, Ripply thought Master Maeve was not going to wake up." I loved it when elves talked about themselves in third person it always made me want to chuckle. I would have done so any other time, but right now I was fucking pissed.

"I don't want to be here anymore Ripply, why did you wake me up? I was so fucking close to never having to deal with any of this bullshit again. I am so tired of all of this why can no one see? Why does no one care?" I would have been screaming in Ripply's face if I could have moved an inch, but I was in so much pain I couldn't. Heat was starting to radiate off of my body I was so angry. Why when I was so close to death, someone has to care?

"I am so sorry you are upset Master Maeve, but Ripply could not just watch you die on your bathroom floor. I am so sorry." Fuck, I scared him. I don't think I had ever yelled at Ripply my whole life, now I feel like a bitch.

"Its ok Ripply, I am fine." I lied straight through my teeth and I knew he knew I was lying. I didn't care, as soon as I had the chance again, I was going to take it. No one wants me to be alive, not even the people that gave me this miserable life in the first place.

Ripply turned off the cold water then showed himself out of the bathroom to give me some privacy. Not before he turned over his shoulder and told me to be safe, but I could hardly hear him. My ears were ringing so loud as if a siren was playing directly in my ear.

I am alive.

I have to face Emmett and Genevieve.

They no longer get the parent title.

I thought parents were supposed to love their children? It was far more than obvious that those people had nothing but hatred for me.

I stood up, hardly, while gripping onto the sides of the shower. The pain coursing through my body from that beating has to be the worst pain I have ever felt.

I wanted to change my clothes so badly, but before I get to move another inch, Ripply runs back into the bathroom.

"I forgot." Thats all he says before casting a healing spell that makes my wounded skin glow, and handing me a vile.

"Ripply healed all open wounds, but bruises will need vile to go away." He says before running back out of the bathroom before I could manage to spit out a 'thank you'.

Why would he do that for me? Fuck, what will Emmett say when he sees I am healed?

I can just act like I am still in lots of pain, and hopefully that can hold me over until I leave tomorrow. I don't deserve Ripply. I don't deserve anything good in this world.

Relief overflowed my entire body, and before I knew it I was sobbing.

I wanted my parents to love me.

I didn't want to be beat anymore.

I wanted to be good enough.

I don't want to be fat or ugly.

I want to be wanted.

I wanted to want to live.

But as of right now, all I wanted to do was walk into Death's warm grip and never let go.

I walk out into my room, without so much pain shooting through me, and change into some clothes a little less soaking wet. Some black leggings and a red hoodie will do for now, I need to take in my last moment of being comfy before school uniforms become the regular again. Bruises were still pretty painful, moving had to be taken pretty slow still. Hopefully this potion kicks in soon though, I don't want to be limping around school.

I lift up my sleeves to reveal two long, angry, pink scars along both of my arms.

Looks like Ripply healed those as well.

Little bastard.

I crawled into bed, not even caring about the fact that Genevieve still wanted to see me. Who even knows how long it's been since I was supposed to go see her. I can imagine it's been awhile considering I'm sure she was the one to send Ripply.

Fuck her. I don't care. She is one of the reasons I am like this. I miss the old me.

I used to be so full of life, so willing to laugh as loud as I wanted. Little Maeve was such a free spirit. And with those thoughts filling my head, I fell into a deep sleep.

-

Fuck.

Its almost 9am, meaning I have less than two hours until the train leaves.

I jump out of bed faster than I ever had before, getting away from Monroe Manor will be the only solution to the hell I can't seem to escape.

My clothes had been laid out, by Ripply I'm assuming, but it wasn't my uniform.

"Pants to cover bruises. Comfy on train." Reads the little note Ripply left next to the clothes.

Ripply, what would I do without you?

Getting dressed wasn't as hard as it was the day prior, the pain I am feeling now being much more manageable than before. Brushing my hair and teeth took me less than five minutes, and with that I grabbed my luggage. Hogwarts here I come.

I apparated to right outside of the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Great idea Maeve lets hope no one saw that one. For some reason that apparition really took it out of me, and I found myself stumbling through the portal.

Without a single second to adjust to entering the wizarding world, I bump into the strongest back I have ever felt that send me flying to the floor on my ass. Fuck, that one hurt. The bruises did not like that one, and I am sure you could tell by the look on my face.

Looking up, I about shit my pants.

Maeve, are you kidding me?

The one person you decided to bump into was Draco Malfoy.

God, this could not get any worse, I need out of here.

While pushing myself up, I mutter "Sorry, Malfoy" before darting off to the entrance of the train.

I am such an idiot.

He is going to make fun of me now.

If he even knows who I am, he probably doesn't. Yes, he was at my house, but from the look on his face he didn't seem phased by me at all.

Let's just hope from now on I steer clear from Draco Malfoy.