𝔄𝔟𝔯𝔞 𝔎𝔢𝔡𝔞𝔳𝔯𝔞 ~ ᴹᴬᴿᴬᵁᴰᴱᴿˢ ᴱᴿᴬ {R.A.B.} {J.P}

[028]~ 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔣𝔲𝔩

**NOTE: This chapter contains themes of domestic violence and manipulation. Please read at your own discretion.**

Odessa held it off as long as she could. She stayed in her room until the sun was almost at the highest point in the sky. She didn't want to face her father.

The night prior was the worst in a while. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but Odessa had been coming to believe she wouldn't have to clean up her own wounds before bed after coming home. She was beginning to believe she wouldn't have wounds to heal at all.

What a silly thought. As her father always told her; she needed to feel at least a fraction of the pain she inflicted upon her brother. As John Ambrosius looked into the eyes of his beloved wife that day- seeing nothing but pain and terror across her face- he knew justice would have to be served.

But this time was different. This time wasn't because she "had to feel what they all felt". This time wasn't because she was a disgrace- well, it was; it was because she made a spectacle. She blatantly performed magic in front of a whole crowd of muggles. The car ride home she didn't hear the end of it as her father spouted off about "how much shame" he felt because of her, or what his colleagues would possibly think if they knew she had such disgusting abilities.

And on top of all else, as she tried to explain why- she spoke back to him, a dire mistake- she revealed she was using her magic against one of his colleagues. The way her father saw it, she may have caused harm to a work friend of his just like she did all those years prior. She never learned a thing. He had to make her understand the dangers she posed. Clearly she didn't understand the monster she was, so he would have to teach her some more.

That night was worse than usual. The rage behind his eyes seemed to burn brighter than normal. It was as if he wasn't just mad about the things she did; he seemed mad enough by the fact she could do it. And he couldn't stop her, but he sure as hell could try.

She wanted to put off facing him as long as she could. The next morning was always quiet. She would tread on eggshells, dreading to hear what might come out of his mouth.

But she had to do it eventually. Odessa looked over herself once more in the mirror. She used a bit of makeup to cover up the bruises than had begun to form before making her way downstairs to begin making breakfast. If she made it quick she could be in and out unnoticed. At least, that's what she hoped.

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She sat with bated breath as her father indulged in the breakfast she had made. He had barely spoken to her when he came down; a response she was actually rather grateful for. It was times like these where she appreciated the god-awful records her father always put on in the morning. It made the silence easier to sit with.

After he had taking to filling his second plate, Odessa began to compose her first; knowing she had waited an appropriate amount of time. To not overindulge, she only grabbed herself some toast and two eggs. She made sure to reach for the ones that may have been undercooked; her father always liked his eggs over hard, and she feared the last two may have been rushed. As she cut into the center and noticed the faint shine, she knew she had been wise to select those two.

It was better that way anyway, she liked her eggs runny, but her father hated the mess it would leave on the plate. He always complained it looked like she was a sloppy, uncivilized eater. For that reason, she had taken to cooking to his preferences. The over medium eggs were like a little treat to herself.

While she tried her best to take her time, she finished her plate rather quickly. Having grown used to the large meals at Hogwarts, despite her attempts to continue eating lightly, her quaint breakfast felt lacklustre. Still, she finished up her plate and waited patiently for her father to as well.