Past Meets Present [``Demetri.]

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* - - - BAD ROMANCE

"... that pushed her!" Liam, Michella's stepdad, grinned. Michella burst out laughing.
"Y-you crack me up, Liam!" She grinned back. "Okay, did you hear about ..."
Mum was out shopping with her best friends, and purposly so Liam could get to know Michella. She found it a bit strange though, she heard Mum say to Liam, "Do it, and do it hard. She'll hate it." Her guards had been up, but she'd long since lowered them. Liam was harmless.
OR SO SHE THOUGHT.
It was a blur, it happened to fast : One minute she was laughing with him, the next she was pressed up against a wall getting her clothes ripped off. She'd almost got raped that night but one swift kick somewhere got him off her. She fled moments after. She knew when Liam was out so she went to visit her mother for a little talk.
"H-he ... Mum, he tried to rape me."
"What?!"
"I know, I kn-"
"No I mean, he didn't succeed? GOD! He doesn't get it! You derserve it!"
Michella was silent. Her mother continued screaming and hurling abuse at her. And to this day she'd never spoken to her again.
Tears formed in the present Michella as she relived an excrusiatingly painful memory. It was distant but if she thought about it, it seemed like yesterday. Also, her legs gave way and she was extremly weak.
She collapsed onto the stone floor.
"Fuck ..." She hissed, whipping her head round as if looking for someone. Of course she was, she'd fallen. Someone was bound to have seen her, to purposly take the piss out of her. She could see no one, correction, she could see NOTHING, because of the tears that blurred her vision.
"H-Hello? I-Is someone there?"

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Demetri had been wandering throughout the corridors that day. He had his hands in his pockets and his head in the clouds. He sighed. He had been doing nothing but walking around. It was so boring and not to mention he had zero classes that day, not that he wanted any classes though. He ran his fingers through his hair.

His eyes caught something. A girl. She was looking rather weak as she sat against the wall with tears in her eyes. This was one of his biggest preys. The weak and innocent. She was also a Hufflepuff - even better. He moved over to her, kneeling on one leg. "There, there," he whispered into her ear. "Wipe those tears away." he pulled out a handkerchief. "Let's get you somewhere safer." he softly smirked, holding her hand, pulling her up and leading her into an empty classroom nearby.

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Michella was confused when she saw inevitibly a Slytherin approaching her yet offering her help and comfort. Slytherins were not usually like this, especially not to shy and (almost) innocent Hufflepuffs. She took his handkerchief slowly and a little cautiously, as if it were a ticking bomb. She wiped her eyes delicatley. She tucked it away in her pocket and whispered, "thank you," a little shakily as he led her to a classroom. Maybe she'd imagined it but she was sure she'd seen the faint lines of a smirk along his lips. It made her all the more scared.
She sat herself down, at a desk near the door. She watched the boy closely, forcing herself not to gulp in a scared fashion. Her pale eletric blue eyes followed him carefully. Finally she decided it was time to make a move.
"I'll just be going now." she muttered, turning and reaching for the door handle ...

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