Runaway (Sirius Black oneshot)

SMACK

It hurt like heck. My dads rough hand hit my face.

"Do you understand?!".

"Y...Yes sir.".

I whimpered, forcing myself not to tear up, that'd just make him angrier. He straightened up.

"Now come. Your mother would like to speak with you.". He said it coldly, I knew what was coming next.

"But father, I...".

"Sirius. NOW.". He said my name cooly and through his teeth.

"Yes father." I said, pulling the sore, bleeding self off the ground. I followed him to the living room, where my mother stood, holding a belt. I gulped.

"M...mother?".

"Kneel." She spoke slowly and aggressively. I kneeled, preparing myself for pain.

"Lift your shirt.". Reluctantly, I lifted my shirt, revealing my back. She raised the belt. And with a shriek of pain it hit, cutting my flesh. I winced, feeling the blood trickle down my back. She hit again and again and when she stopped I had three deep, bleeding cuts on my back.

"Go. Now.". She said. I got up and ran upstairs to the bathroom off my bedroom. I cleaned the wounds with a cold shower, and changed into some non-bloody clothes.

I found a note on my dresser:

Sirius,

I made this for you, dispose of this note, so Mum doesn't find it.

-Reg

I choked down the toast and threw the note into the fireplace. My fourteen year old brother had cared that I was in pain. It was surprising. After I was put into Gryffindor he turned on me. But I guess seeing the blood he wanted to help, even if it just meant giving me some toast. It's over. I'm going to leave. I'd considered it for the past 5 or 6 years, but tonight I will. I must. I can't take this pain and abuse anymore. It hurts too much, but the scars will never heal. Physically, they will, but never mentally. Never.

The only place I can technically go without my parents following me is James's. They hate the potters, so it'd make sense to go there...right? There was a knock on my door, a quiet one, and Regulus walked in. "

"Hey Siri, are you okay?".

"What? Oh...oh...yeah, I'm fine." I

looked at him, he was concerned. I sat

On my bed and leaned against the wall.

"You're thinking of leaving aren't you?" Regulus said, standing by me.

"Well...yeah actually."

Regulus straightened up.

"You can't!" He said, glaring a bit.

I stood up, being two years older, I towered over him.

"Yeah? Why not!?" "Because!" Regulus said.

"Reg! You saw how they treat me! They freaking abuse me because I'm a Gryffindor! I can't stand another beating! I'm sorry I can't be a Perfect little Slytherin like you! I'm leaving!".

Regulus looked hurt.

"But Sirius...Mum and Dad will kill you. Your my brother...".

"Regulus! They'll kill me if I stay here! I'm sorry, but I'm going!" I said, grabbing the handle of my trunk.

"Goodbye Reg." I said, stepping forward to give him a one armed hug, but he stepped back, shaking his head.

"No. No. I...I hate you." And he left. His words hurt, but I wasn't worried about that now. I made my way to the door.

***

"No! I won't!" I yelled, throwing my trunk down.

"You will you rotten boy! Or I will hex your sorry butt!".

"I don't care mother!" I snarled, pulling out my wand incase I needed to defend myself, but my father disarmed me, sending my wand skidding on the floor behind me.

"I'm leaving. And you can't stop me. I'm going to live with James Potter!"

"How dare you! Mudbloods like the Potters? Ha!" Mother laughed cruelly.

"They are not mudbloods! They're pureblooded! And why does it even matter?! Who cares on a persons blood! It's they're personality and heart! What the hell do you think I judge you on!?". I say, taking a step toward the door.

"You are no son of mine." My mother said, coldly.

"Crucio!" The jet of green light hit me and I fell, pain shooting through my entire body.

"Make it stop! Regulus......please...h...help me!" I said, shaking and looking up at my younger 14 year old brother, who shook his head sadly.

Unluckily for me, he'd never disobey our parents. The curse lifted and I pointed my wand at my mother.

"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" She fell with a thump and I ran out the door, lugging my trunk behind me.