The Breakup Plan •James Potter• |editing|

❁Chapter 31❁

Chapter 31

"Why did you do it, Miss Robinson?" asked Dumbledore, who already knew the answer to that, but the girl had made the parents of Caden return to the school, fuming, filled with rage for the girl who still had evident bruises littering her skin, bruises that Mrs Duncan couldn't bear to look at as she sat with her husband.

"Why?" she asked, her voice a whisper as she turned to the parents of the boy she used to call her best friend, tears glazing her eyes, her hands littered with scraped cuts and dry blood that she didn't wish to clean.

"I'm going to tell you a story, Mr and Mrs Duncan, and I think by the end of it you will realise why I did what I did, why I hurt your son," she sighed, taking a deep breath, her eyes swept over Dumbledore, and then to Aubrey whose hand clutched in hers right beside her.

"When I was in second year, four years ago, Aubrey and I met this boy, his name was Caden Duncan and he was a very smart Ravenclaw who wished to try out for Quidditch. He quickly became one of us, it was the three of us against the world, he made us so happy, he was funny and kind and lovely and everything a friend should be.

We loved him, so much. He was my first kiss, Mr and Mrs Duncan, simply because I was insecure about not kissing someone, he did it for me, like the amazing boy he once was, he did that for me, for his best friend.

Fast forward a few years and he gets a girlfriend, and annoyingly, I'm heartbroken, because I loved him, I loved your son more than anything, more than anyone, and it pained me to see him love someone else. But I, uh, I never interfered because his happiness was more to me than anything else was, I loved him.

He changed, and I can tell you for a fact that it was not because of his girlfriend, she was lovely, she was kind, and beautiful, and a light that radiates happiness, she would never make him into the person he was. He became distant from Aubrey and I, he would call off our plans, and the tradition that the three of us had, well, he failed to show up, he wouldn't come, no matter how many times we asked him, or reminded him, he just wasn't there. He called the tradition stupid, a waste of time, that it was childish and idiotic.

And whilst it may have been childish, it was still our tradition.

After that, after his outburst, we fell out, we didn't speak, he never tried to apologise, and in a way, I didn't want him to, I didn't want that Caden in my life, I didn't want that person who I was unfamiliar to, to become my friend again, because it would never be the same.

I was looking for my boyfriend a few weeks ago, and checked in a place that I built, that I made, that Caden said he would never go back to, and I didn't find my boyfriend there like I thought I would, but instead, I found Caden, I found the boy that left me.

He was acting weird, odd, strange, eying me like a piece of meat, and I knew that his girlfriend had been acting differently, I could sense it, the happiness had drained from her eyes, a frown on her lips and whenever she did smile it looked forced, it was worrying.

And I couldn't help but think that it was because of Caden.

So, I was scared of him that night, wary, if he could do that to his girlfriend, drain her happiness, then what would he do to me? What kind of sick, twisted thoughts clouded his mind. He started saying awful things to me, he called me names, he called me a slut, that I did everything for attention.

He knew that I once loved him, he asked if I wanted him the way he wanted me, h-he k-kissed my neck even after I had begged him to stop, to stop touching me, but he wouldn't, he had a grip over me and no matter how much I fought, he towered me, he was stronger.

I still have nightmares about that, just that, the way he was able to render me useless. I felt weak, I felt disgusting, like I was dirty because of his hands, and his lips on me when they shouldn't be. He forced himself onto me even with my protests, even with the screams that fell from my lips, he simply didn't listen, instead he kept going, thinking he was going to get what he wanted.