Warning: Mentions of assault
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Avery closed his eyes, hoping that this might shut out the sounds and the imagery.
"Let's have some fun with you." Rosier laughed, sitting on top of Anna and beginning to unbutton her dress. She screamed, and he punched her hard in the mouth again to silence her.
Lestrange held her arms down as Rosier slid off her dress.
"Ohhh..expensive lingerie. Just waiting for me, aren't you?" Rosier whistled. Abigail shrieked as she realized what was going on, and Avery pressed his hand over his mouth.
There were sounds. Grunts. Screams.
Avery was crying too, tears streaming down his cheeks with guilt. Abigail withered free and ran to the other side of the alley, only to find a scene she will never be able to forget in her life.
Rosier grunted with release as he pumped one last time into Anna's naked and lifeless and bruise-covered body. Abigail screamed and fell to the floor, her knees bleeding as they hit the rough pavement.
Her scream was deafening, thundering.
It was her fault, she thought. This. Was. All. Her. Fault.
Avery stood on the other side, not daring to look. He covered his eyes with his hands so he would not have to see the grotesque scene.
Abigail felt the entire world weigh on top of her thin shoulders and crush her utterly.
This was all her fault.
She did this.
She did this to Anna.
She did this to Gabriel.
She was a liar and now, a murderer.
Nothing, nothing could ever make this right.
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Abigail looked in the mirror.
She was disgusted with the girl in the mirror. She punched the glass and it broke, shards of it cutting into her knuckles, staining her hand bright crimson.
She could never, ever forgive herself.
She did something terrible. Unspeakably terrible, staining her soul red.
She could still see Anna's eyes. Anna died with her eyes open. Those dead, angry blue eyes would be forever etched into her mind.
"Hey! you're back. I thought I heard something here." She heard him greet. Gabriel walked into the bathroom, only to find a bloody mess by the mirror.
"Oh shit! Are you okay? W-what happened?" He cried, rushing to inspect her. She could not look at him. Not anymore. Not after what happened.
She beared an unspeakable sin, one so horrific that she could not even find words for.
"Hey...Hey. What happened?" He asked gently, looking at her hand. He turned her around to face him.
In her eyes was something so sad, so terrible.
"Did someone hurt you?" he asked anxiously, cupping her tear-stained cheeks. "What the fuck happened?"
She didn't know what to say. She didn't have the heart to lie anymore.
Suddenly, there was a loud, screeching scream downstairs.
It was from one of the house elves.
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