Take.

Chapter 15

Elena.

"Well...well...well...if it isn't Little Zambini." smirked a voice that stepped out of a dark corner to my right. "Remember me?"

"Malfoy," I growled, peering up at him with pure hatred. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Simple. You need to be taken out, and I need to restore my families name since apparently someone isn't man enough to -" Mister Malfoy started, but I let a tiny scream watch him kick his already unconscious son in the ribs.

"- You fucking bastard, you're the one that isn't man enough to get your family out of this! You helped kill the only man that could have saved you from this damned life." I spat, glaring at him as he made his way to me, away from Draco, wasn't moving...still.

"What was that?" He asked, getting within inches from my face.

SLAP!

My face was forced to the right, and I could feel the sting of where his hand just struck on my cheek.

I felt tears begin to stream down my face as another slap came across my face, forcing my head to the left.

"Tears? From a Zamboni?" Mister Malfoy almost shouted in my ear, causing it to ring a little. "THATS WEAKNESS!"

I felt another slap clap across my face, causing it to slam to the right. That's when I felt my jaw pop and I could taste the metal in my mouth, the blood that he caused to come spitting out of my mouth across the floor.

"I tried to tell them, I tried to tell them all for so long..." smirked Mister Malfoy, circling me. "...you were weak, so was your cousin, your friends and even my pathetic excuse of a son, here, oh but they listen when I send word that I've captured one of the two escapees."

"Don't you dare -!" I attempted to speak, feeling blood pour out of my mouth as my saliva mixed in with it, making a lot runnier and therefore harder to speak. " - he is ten times the man you will ever be! If anyone is a pathetic excuse of a man, you are. You put your son and wife in harm's way, just to save yourself!" I spat, as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so that my neck was exposed.

"You don't know anything about us you little birth you -" He stopped dead in mid-sentence, I watched as his eyes met the hickey on my neck. "- whore!" He shouted, and instead of slapping me, he balled up his fist and punched me right in the nose "Can't believe my son even touched someone like you!"

I screamed in pain, hoping someone, something would hear me and save me from this nightmare of pain.

"You're nothing Little Zambini, you're so below the surface of the ground." He said, straightening himself up and beginning to talk a lot more proper than he was.

He stood there and watched me lean over in pain, my jaw felt like it was broke, I was still bleeding out of my mouth and now my nose was bleeding and I couldn't feel my hands, they were tied up so tight.

"Why you could even be in -" He started, but I interrupted him.

Somehow I managed to conjure up some courage and strength, and I spoke.

"- Hell? I'm already there." I spat and as he stepped forward and leaned down to my bloody face, and I rose my weak head to looked up him his eyes and smiled. "How did that lovely creature over there, come from a monster as ugly as you are on the inside and out?" I managed to feel my jaw again and spat in his face before he had a chance to reply. When I looked at his face again as he rose, I saw I didn't spit saliva, it was blood.