𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃✧ /𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲/

3. Pride and Prejudice

"Daddy, why do you hurt mommy?"

"I don't know, Alexandria, go play with your toys"

It's midnight, I get up from bed to get a glass of water. My parents are fighting in the kitchen. I stay stationary in the hallway, I avoid the creaky steps listening from upstairs.

"We've tried getting you help, it's not working"

"You think this is easy! I don't want to drink, but I can't stop!" 

"Why? Isn't your family reason enough?Aren't we enough?"

"No, not anymore" He downs a drink and storms out, just like that never to be seen again.

I wake up sweating, expecting to wake up in my own head. It takes a minute to sink in. What the fuck has my life turned into, I run a hand through my hair, It could use a brush. Malfoy's gone thankfully. I see a note on the nightstand and grab it.

Please shower in the attached bathroom, clothing will be waiting for when you're done. Meet me in the kitchen. 

I go into the master bathroom. I lock the door. I undress, and step into the shower. The cool water on my skin almost makes me forget what's going on. I wipe off the mascara running down my face. I take the coconut shampoo and lather it into my brown hair and rinse. I repeat with the matching conditioner.

 I see strawberry body wash, clearly new and unused. Newly purchased in fact. None of this makes sense. Aren't captors supposed to lock their victims in a basement? There had to be something else you wanted from me. This isn't some cliche Wattpad story. I brush away my thoughts. I squeeze it into my palm and lather my body. Once again I rinse.

I step out grabbing a towel located on the wall shelf. I wrap it securely around by bust. I find the clothes neatly folded. I slip on the light wash mom jeans, a black form fitting cropped tee, and a black sweatshirt, it's pretty plain but I'll take it. Finally, I dry my hair. I pass a mirror but don't look into it I really don't want to see how miserable I look

I leave the room, finding a maid scurrying down the hall. I ask for directions to the kitchen since I don't really remember them from last night. I thank her and let her carry on. I go down the huge staircase, taking a right, passing 5 doors until reaching the kitchen. The kitchen I now notice is adjacent to a dinning room.

"Good morning." 

"Morning" 

"Ready for a tour?" I don't answer, he takes my wrist anyway "Alright then"

It goes something like Kitchen, Living Room,  Office, Bedrooms… yadadada. We walk to a pair of french doors. 

Draco P.O.V

"This is the library. Books from Shakespeare to Bukowski"

I present the library, opening the doors to reveal the spacious room 

" Charles Buskowski?" She gasps

"I take it you're a fan?" I smirk. She was well read, I knew it.

"Something like that. I like his work although it comes second to Jane Austen. Personally, I think Jane Austen would appreciate Bukowski" She says looking dazed

"I agree. Who wouldn't appreciate him?" I muse, smiling down

"I don't hate people I just feel better when they aren't around" she quotes

"Very good. What's your favorite book?" I ask trying to keep pleasant conversation

"Hmmm. I can't choose... although I was re-reading Pride and Prejudice" She bites the inside of her cheek, furrowing her brows, clearly thinking I clear my throat and her posture stiffens.