Storm

A letter to father

For being 11 I have some bad habits. I smoke and drink. I am currently sitting on my bed smoking, with my shirt off. I have many scars from training. I was silently crying. How did this happen? I've only been with him a day and here I am, crying over him. I was only messing with him. I didn't think he would hit me. The fact that he still hit me after I told him not to is mind blowing. I think I'm going to write to father later. My thoughts were interrupted when a hand was placed on my shoulder. It was Draco. "Are you ok?" He seemed really worried. I shrugged and turned back to face the wall. I didn't grow up in the best condition's. It was only after father found me that I was truly happy. Before I lived with a abusive mundane family. They had two children that used to bully me. I was constantly being hit and ordered to do things. I was so cought up in my thoughts I didn't see Draco let Andie in.

Flashback ~

"Oy! Get down here right now you freak! I want breakfast!" I was woken by Jeffrey's yelling. "Coming sir!" I yelled back. I pushed my blanket back and looked at my arms. They had bruises covering every inch of skin. I quickly put on my glasses and went down stairs. I was greeted with a slap. "Hurry and make the food!" Jeffrey bellowed. I quickly got out the stuff I needed and set to work. I made pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I ended up burning some of the food on accident. Mara had barged into the kitchen followed by Jeffrey and placed my arm on the burner. I held in tears as I smelt my burning flesh. When she let go, I was ordered to clean up and got to my room without food.

End of flashback ~

My tears had started to flow faster and I cursed under my breath. Riddles don't cry. We don't feel. We have no emotions. Father taught me that from a young age. Emotions only make you weak. I quickly wiped my tears away and put my cigarette out. "Are you ok?" Asked a silky voice. I quickly turned around and glared at Andie. "Get out." I pointed to the door. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry that I hit you. I really am. I'm just short tempered." He sighed again and looked at me. I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. You have no idea how I was treated before my father got me. What you did reminded me so much of them." I bit my lip hard to keep the tears at bay. "Can't you just forgive me and forget about what happened?" He demanded. I shook my head. "Those are two different things. I can forgive, but I don't think I can forget. Give me some time. I promise I'll try, but don't hit me ever again." He nodded and left. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. I grabbed my quill and some parchment. I went to my desk in the corner and wrote to my father.

Father,

I learned a lot about myself. I learned I'm a creature and have a mate. I found my mate too. I'll let you meet him over Christmas break. I miss you. I had another flashback. My mate hit me and it set it off. I'm fine now, don't worry.

Hadrian

I gave it to my owl, Hedwig, and let her fly off.