Bounded (Draco Malfoy X OC)

Im a what?

It was Saturday and my adoptive parents have left to get groceries, leaving our large house to all to myself. I didn't have much to do. I didn't own any toys like a normal little girl. The only thing for entertainment was a small wooden box filed with different paints that my step parents bought me. They always said that if I was going to do anything for my spare time it will be painting. They wanted me to grow up to be successful and rich. I guess the sooner they could get rid of me the better. I was only young so most of my paintings weren't the greatest, but I was told my my teacher I was above average for my age.

Bored from my room, I decided to go downstairs. I walked down the stairs and just on time Mrs.Claire, our maid, shyly waves at me as she walked through the front doors to the living room. She wasn't big on talking, my step-dad has scared the poor woman to death. They weren't the most compassionate parents In the world. In fact they were quite the opposite. I hated to use the word abusive, but there just wasn't anyway to explain it. If not physically, mentally as well. All my life I have had a problem with being pushed around. It started the first time my step father hit me. I honestly don't remember what we were fighting about. Or what I had done wrong. I remember him shouting at me and I gave him some lip, and for that he slapped me. I was maybe, eight or nine when he did it. He locked me in my room for what felt like weeks until I learned to be obedient. I can tell Mrs.Claire feels bad for me but what can she do about it? She just cleans our house, that's all my father pays her to do.

When my step-parents arrived home, I was making myself some tea in the kitchen. Not expecting them to be home so soon, I almost drop my mug. They stumbled through the door with loud chatter and handed me all the grocery bags to put away. My step mother kicked her shoes off and stretched. I quietly sighed and placed the bags of food on the island.

While I was putting the milk away I heard them talking about aunt Bevs birthday that is tomorrow. Me and Aunt Bev share the same birthday, she's the only one that actually understands me. She doesn't visit often, but when she does, she treats me like I'm her own. I missed her. After listening in on my parents conversation I decided to ask what our plans were for tomorrow, in hopes there'd maybe be a celebration.

"So um....Ma'am what are we going to do tomorrow may I ask?" I said looking down and fidgeting with the counter. Suddenly the marble was very interesting. I hated the way I talked like a soft little girl, but any other way, they'd take it the wrong way. The formality also came from school. They only wished for me to address them by Sir or Ma'am. Stupid, I understand that, but if it keeps them sane, I'm willing to do it.

"What do you mean?" She asked touching up her lips in a tiny mirror. They were crusting slightly and were way to big for her face due to getting them filled by a doctor.

"Well, isn't tomorrow a special occasion?" I ask with a hint of excitement in my voice, trying my best not to let it show. She looked at her husband and smirked then looked back towards me.

"Oh yes we are going out to visit Aunt Beverly tomorrow" she said

"Really?I haven't seen her in years!" I beamed. I couldn't believe my ears. But the excitement soon left as quickly as it came.

"Oh, Y/n, darling I meant me and your father are going, not you..." she fake pouts at me before shooing me up to my room. I bite the insides of my cheeks before nodding and taking the stairs back to my room. Why did I have to be adopted by these people? I was there serving more then there daughter.

I opened my door and as I closed it, I accidentally slammed it behind me, making me jump at the loud bang it made. I felt my heart rate speed up as I heard my step-fathers loud angry footsteps coming from the stairs. I stood in my place and tried to calm myself. Soon the door flung open and my stepdad stoop at the door. His eyes were an irritated red from what I assume was drinking...and maybe some other things. He stumbled into my room like he had done earlier and pointed his finger at me.