Never Is Our Always

Escape or Die Trying. 3

(Third person)

Alice was sobbing on her hands and knees in the kitchen as she scrubbed the floor with peroxide and bleach.

You could hear Alice softly hissing and grunting every now and again from the chemicals seeping into her open wounds on her knuckles.

None of this would've been a good sight to anyone nor would it be up for an explanation if the Minister of Magic or anyone really were to come in and see it. It looked like Alice was covering up a brutal form of a muggles murder.

But, in saying such horrific things, Alice would never dare harm a muggle, she thought they were fascinating and their life styles are vastly different from her kind.

While Alice's father sat in the sitting room, he was gazing his eyes around to see what has changed and what has remained the same.

Alice's salty tears burned her busted, swollen lip as she silenced herself with held back sobs burning her chest.

All the blood on the floor... was hers.

"Quit sobbing and more scrubbing!" Her father roars from the sitting room not too far away from her.

It scared Alice to the point where her heart wouldn't stop hammering inside her chest; it was making her stomach churn and she felt queasy, like someone socked her a few times and then fed her a bottle of Firewhisky.

'What do I do? Where do I go? He's blocking the fireplace!' Her thoughts say as she kept cleaning, the blood has finally turned invisible from her eyesight.

Alice finally stands, her knees wobbling from the fear brutally cracking into her, the thoughts of her father crept back into her mind.

'What if he escaped to come and kill me? He did tell me I was never going to live to the age of eighteen...'

Alice glanced over her shoulder, she then leans back to see him still facing the fire, it was like he was expecting someone to arrive through the network.

Alice takes the mop and dunks it into the water bucket before mopping the tiles, finally getting rid of the magical blood that's been spilt.

(Minnie pov)

How was I supposed to get out of here? I wasn't allowed to do magic outside of school and I have a lunatic in my sitting room.

If I talk, I'm scared of what he's going to do to me, 'what the hell do I do? Could I defend myself and escape or will I go to Azkaban for using magic?'

Biting my lip nervously, I placed the mop down and then lifted the bucket full of water and poured it into the kitchen sink.

I want Fred and George to appear with their family's flying car right now and take me through the window to their house.

I was so scared right now and I had no idea what to do, where to go and how the hell was I supposed to leave for Diagon Alley?

"I don't hear scrubbing," I turn my head and my dad walked into the kitchen, he sees me and then glanced to floor, he saw that it was cleaned.

"Good girl, Alice." He smiles as he touches my shoulder, it made my body tense up as he scrapes his hand across me while he looks at the cookies and picked one up.

"These for you?" He asks, I nod as he then ate one, "wow," he smiles, "these are really good." Dad told me, I glance at the oven and I point.

"What?" He gruffly said to me, I motion him shakily to move and he does. I opened the oven door and sigh in relief that they looked perfectly fine.