Silver | Hpls

Detention and Sneaking out

QOTC🌸: supernatural, doctor who, the vampire diaries, or pretty little liars?

AOTC🎬: I'm not sure ask my doctor who ringtone :p (I'm a TVD fan too tho)

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It's the things we love

That destroy us

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**JOS POV**
"I'm really nervous jos" Jax said rubbing his hands together and I lightly nudged his shoulder "don't worry about it, I've had detention plenty of times we are probably just going to write lines or clean her room" he looked up at me for a second and nodded.

I was dressed in a black long sleeve  crop top with high waisted denim shorts and black vans and my hair was in a braid.

The rest of the walk to the toads office was silent. I was lost in my thoughts something I have been doing a lot since the voldemort stuff went down. And I was thinking about Harry. Sure he still will kiss me and say goodnight and stuff but he is different,
Part of me is saying it is just because of Voldemort rising but the other part of me knows there is something else. Something is missing and it has me terrified.

We made it to her office and Jax knocked on the door yanking me out of my thoughts. The door swung and lo and behold unbridge is there in all of her toad like glory.

"I was about to become quite restless, thought you weren't gonna show up" she had this evil glint in her eye and I studied her face with pursed lips. She smiled sweetly and moved to the side. I grabbed jax's hand and led him into the room feeling very protective for some reason. I think Jax could tell that I was a bit on guard and he started looking around the room

"Do relax, won't you? Just writing a couple of sentences" she said and motioned towards the desk and as much I wanted to do anything but that I let go of jax's hand and sat down in the desk and he followed suit on the other side of the room.

"Joslyn you will write "I will do as I'm told" until the whole parchment is covered and Jax you must right I will respect my superiors until your whole parchment is covered"

I rolled my eyes "I need ink and a quill" I said and she smiled plopping a blood red quill on my desk and giving a similar one to Jax

"Ink?" Jax asked with furrowed eyebrows.

"You mustn't need any" she then walked to her desk and sipped her tea so I started writing.

On about the 3rd time my hand started to sting really bad so I looked at it too see that it was all red and irritated. I glanced at Jax to see that he was rubbing his hand too and unbridge had a little grin on her face.

I decided to shrug it off and continued writing and on the 8th sentence the pain increases immensely and I grit my teeth and look at my hand too see words appear as if someone was carving the words into it with a knife. This quill is torture. That's why we don't use ink, the ink is our blood.

There, imprinted in my hand, sure too leave a scar, was the words I will do as I'm told in my handwriting and I looked to Jax too see words imprinted in his little hand with his eyes squeezed shut and I felt my heart drop and my anger rise. I clenched my fist and continued writing or scribbling as the words got deeper and deeper making a blood arise. This is child abuse. I couldn't help but let my eyes wander to Jax again too see a pool of blood over his hand and that did it for me and I stood up quickly the chair screeching behind me. I ignored the pain in my hand and crossed over to Jax.

"We are leaving come on" I said and he looked up at me with tears in his eyes. Me and him have become quite close and to see him in pain made me upset beyond belief.