Lie To Me

Part 31

Kit King
It was too much.
Too much to take in.
Too much for me to handle.
I couldn't believe that the past year had been a lie.
Everything was a lie.
He didn't love me.
Two weeks ago meant nothing to him.
It was more than heartbreaking.
I had given him all of me.
Every single piece.
He didn't even tell me that he was joining them.

"No. I'm not watching it." I cried shaking my fathers hand off of my shoulder.
No matter how much I hated myself for it, I still loved Draco and I knew what getting the mark did. When you first got it, it felt like torture according to mum, and I wasn't going to watch Draco go through that. It would break my heart even more.
"It will make you feel better after what he did." Father spat.
"No. It won't. Even after everything, I love him. And I'm not watching him get tortured." I cried.
"Katerina-"
"No! I said I'm going."
"You have nowhere to go."
"I don't care. I'll find somewhere." I cried and walked to the large doors.
"Katerina you get back here!"
"Let her go Gerard. Let her go."

I knew it wasn't a good idea, but I looked back to Draco. He was looking at the floor and I desperately wanted him to look up at me, I wanted him to see how he broke me. But he never looked up. Not once. All I could do was walk away, and I was walking away from my everything.

I didn't know where to go. I had nowhere to go. I hoped that Draco would run out and tell me it was a joke. But of course it was real and now I had to deal with it on my own.

I trampled through the forest and the fields that were on the outskirts of Malfoy manor. Tears blurred my vision and branches cut at my face. But all I could think about was the pain in my chest. I let sobs out and I felt my ribs shake as I sobbed hard and tried to catch my breath.

I had been walking for so long it was nightfall, and I had no idea where I was. But I couldn't go on any longer. My chest hurt too bad and my vision was too blurred. My lip was bleeding from biting it so hard and my cheeks were sore from the wind battling my tears.
I collapsed in the middle of a field. As I fell, a small piece of flint cut my palm but even that couldn't hurt more than the heartbreak. I curled up in a ball, holding my hand close to my chest and cried. I closed my eyes and just hoped that someone would find me.

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He didn't see her at first. His eyes were too tired to focus on anything. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes as he walked and it was only when he adjusted his eyes that he saw something.
He didn't know what it was at first and believed his eyes were playing tricks on him.
He was cautious when approaching, thinking it was an animal. Yet on closer inspection he saw that it wasn't in fact an animal, but was a person, more specifically a girl.

He looked around but on seeing that no one was there he jumped into action. On reaching the girl, he quickly saw that she was shaking and there was blood over her hand and her face. As her eyes were shut and there was a cold wind, he immediately knew that she needed help, even though he didn't know where she came from or how she came to be on the outskirts of his house.

He attempted to wake the girl, shaking her shoulders but it was no use. She was out cold. But he couldn't just leave her there.
He mustered up strength from the fear that she would die there, and managed to pick her up. Though she wasn't easy to carry due to her being unconscious and her body being almost like deadweight in his arms.

But he carried her in his arms, grunting as he went, all the way to his house. He had to kick the door open, shocking his worried wife whom was sat in her usual arm chair.
"W-who's that?!" She said rushing over to him and helping him lower her onto their sofa.
"I don't know. But she's ill and she was laying outside of the house shaking and bloody. She needs help. We have to help her Molly."