"I won't tell anybody!" Charlene screamed as he drove a syringe into her neck. She cried in pain, watched him look down at her in his arms, her vision beginning to go black.
Draco Malfoy was a powerful man.
He was even more powerful when he got wh...
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Charlene closed the door to her fathers soon to be room, done preparing it.
Tomorrow he'd be here in this house with her, and although she was happy, she didn't trust Draco. She thought he was doing this because he'd get something out of it, and that scared her more than anything. She didn't play around about her fathers life.
Last night when he'd touched her like that, it made her body practically melt into the floor. She'd never been kissed like that, she'd never felt like that with Max. Draco was springing up new feelings that she never thought she'd feel.
But she was still angry that he didn't trust her enough to let her go.
She was going insane in this house, and it was to the point where she was actually thinning of an escape route. But she knew that would end up badly— again, she didn't really care. She wanted out of this manor. She wanted to see the fucking town, she wanted to see her mother.
If he'd just let her go, she'd stay as a maid.
As she approached the kitchen, her palm pressed against the kitchen door and pushed open, the swinging door opening.
Surprisingly, Haven sat at the kitchen table, Draco across from her with Blaise and Pansy.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Haven asked Draco, "You told me she wasn't the maid anymore."
"Because she isn't," Draco gave Charlene a glare, her cheeks heating up.
She'd felt bad about quitting, but then she remembers how much she's trapped in this house, and not allowed to leave. Last night she stepped an inch out to get the mail, and so many guns were pointed at her that she couldn't even count. Until Blaise had told them to lower their weapons because he'd asked her to get the mail while he put some books up.
Haven rolled her eyes, "I want her out. I have a say in things now."
Charlene was beginning to think they were back together, and although she shouldn't care, the tiniest part of her didn't want them to be. But other than that small part, she could care less.
"What does that mean?" Charlene asked, her arms crossing over eachother.
Haven smirked, watching Charlene's reaction. "I'm pregnant." Charlene didn't even act like she cared, but now that small that did, was growing. When Haven didn't get a rise out of her, she said, "And I'll be strong enough to not let it die."
Suddenly, Charlene's throat closed in on her.
A bike was rising in her throat, everyone's eyes now on her. Her stomach caved in, her lower lip sinking into her teeth to stop from quivering.
Pansy had let out a gasp when Haven said that, Blaise clenching his jaw and Draco's cup shattered in his hands. Havens smirked dropped, and Charlene couldn't grasp her inhaler by the time she started choking for air.
Draco was out of his seat in seconds, but she backed away from him. "You— you told her.."
I've got to get out of here.
Draco doesn't know why he felt bad. He doesn't know why he wanted to tell her that it was Mattheo who told everybody she'd gone to the doctors because of a miscarriage. He didn't know why he wanted to tell her that he'd never do that.
He only clenched his jaw and watched her run out of the kitchen, not having a clue that she had the full intent on getting out of this house.
Charlene crawled into her room, her chest heaving just in time for her to reach her inhaler. She choked up a sob, mouth going dry. Her body ached, and all she could think about as she laid on that floor, is what the doctors took from her. Is what she lost that day she woke in a pool of blood.
She never got to welcome the baby into the world, and it made her want to die herself.
Thirty minutes later, Draco was pounding on her door as she tied her sheets together, and throwing them out of the window.
"Mave, open the door!" He'd heard the creak of the window open, and his entire body had panic rising in it. She was going to go to the police, he was sure.
And if she got out of here, she would. Just out of spite for what she thinks he did. Her thoughts were loud, and he'd heard them. That made him panic even more.
"Open the goddamn door!" He shouted louder, but he wasn't even sure she could hear him as he took his shoulder and busted the door down.
She was already down the sheets, her body running across the lawn. He could see her out of the window, and he did the first thing he thought of. She was running towards the garden, and she could easily slip through the gates.
He fired his gun and shot her in the leg.
She gasped for air, her vision blacking out after a moment, her hands grasping her sweatpants. He'd shot her in the calf, and everything in her entire body hurt. Mentally, and physically. And just a little part of her heart, wished he would've aimed higher and shot her in the head. She'd always had that mindset when she lost her baby.
She forced herself to get up, knowing it's taking him time to get down the stairs and through all the hallways, and the guards were running at her too. So she stood up, her leg on fire and her head hurting, and made her way back up the sheets.
She'd cried the whole time she was trying to get back up, blood dripping down everything. When she'd hauled herself back up and inside, she could hear Draco's screaming and shouting, realizing she'd gone back up and he'd came down for nothing.
She'd closed the door to her room, even though it's half broken because of Draco, and she put all of her strength into moving the dresser in front of it, and then a bookshelf.
"Charlene— fuck!"
More pounding was on the door, and she'd shut her window, her vision about to black out. She'd slipped off her sweatpants, crying harder at how bad her leg hurt.
Draco hadn't stopped trying to open the door, and she'd curled into the elephant blanket, in her underwear and T—shirt, and sobbed, blood leaking on the mattress.
