6.16 The final straw

Advisory: Adult theme

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Draco woke up screaming in pain, “No…it can’t be true.” He quickly got dressed and went to Torri’s home. When he didn’t get an answer he kicked in the door. He searched every room and found nothing, her clothes were still there but something wasn’t right. He replayed the memory and saw Torri getting into a car saying, “Good bye Draco.” 

He fell into the chair and glanced up and saw a picture Torri took of them together and he remembered that was one of the good days they had, had together. He shouted out loud and through his thoughts, “DON’T LEAVE I NEED YOU.” The thoughts were silent, there was no answer, he tried again but still nothing. He picked up the picture and left her home, he stumbled across town and for the first time that he could remember he started to cry.

He ended up at the basement of one of the clubs and he knew his Dad would be doing the rounds and he needed his help so desperately, he knew he would have to crawl to get his Dad’s attention because of his heartless reaction to his Mum. He was prepared to take whatever punishment came his way as long as he got help.

The door opened and he waited to have his Dad’s rath of fury but instead pretty boy was standing there, “There you are Draco.” It took all of Draco’s strength as he was distraught over Torri leaving, “Leave me alone.”

Pretty boy pulled him close and said sweetly, “I’ve come to take you home, your Mum wants to see you.” Draco paused for a moment but he wanted to see his Mum so much that he agreed to go with pretty boy.

He was shocked that pretty boy had driven him to his parent’s home. 

When they got inside he said to Draco, “You look a state, go and get cleaned up in your room.” 

Pretty boy watched him go to his room and smiled to himself. He knew Draco had let his guard down because of a silly love interest and his parents were still at the club so for the next hour or so he had Draco all to himself.

Pretty boy made his way slowly towards Draco’s room and when he walked in Draco was in the middle of getting changed when pretty boy saw his chance and took it. He forced Draco to his knees and pushed hard inside him, “Get the fuck off me.” Pretty boy ignored him and said, “I don’t like being cheated on and you with that girl.” Draco was trying to fight him and get free but pretty boy had been working out. Draco was screaming and yelling, “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?”

“Fucking my boyfriend.”

“I’m not your boyfriend NOW GET OFF ME!” Pretty boy pushed harder the more Draco struggled but stayed silent as he continued.

Blair had heard the commotion and stood there in disbelief at what was going on. He stood there watching pretty boy for a moment and felt a rage like nothing he felt before. Daphne had warned him that Draco needed help but he never thought it would be like this. Draco’s voice echoed in his head as he replayed the pleas for this guy to get off him. 

He watched and waited as pretty boy was about to climax and took his chance. He came up behind pretty boy and in one clean motion snapped his neck. He then walked out of the room and waited.

Draco in a panicked state ran out of his room and scream, “What did you do?”

“I did you a favour now clean up your mess.” 

He saw his Mum just stare at him and asked, “What?” He followed her eyes downwards and quickly covered himself when he realised he was still naked. Teddy said though her thoughts to Blair, ‘At least we know why the girls like him.’

Blair shook his head and repeated to Draco, “Clean up your mess and put some clothes on.”

After an hour Draco appeared fully clothed but shaken but all he heard from his Dad was, “How dare you bring a male lover into this house. You know my feelings on this.”

“Dad I…”

“Draco I banned you from this house for a reason but you broke in and carried on with HIM, this is not acceptable behaviour from my son.”

“Dad I…” Draco was trying to ask for help but Blair was angry and wasn’t listening, “GET OUT, I no longer have a son.” 

Teddy was devastated and started to cry, Blair held her and said calmly, “I’m sorry but this has to be done.”

Through her tears she said, “My motherly instinct tells me something is very wrong. Blair please let him come home.”

He knew she was right but he stood his ground as he refused to listen.

Draco had already left; he made one more stop to Torri’s house. He took one last look around but almost jumped when he saw his reflection and screamed, “YOU!”

“Who did you think the voice was, Draco? Now you have lost everything how does it feel? You will go to the graveyard and there you will end your life.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Oh but you will then I can be free of you, you see now I’m stronger I can control you. You also had to believe that the voice was your alter ego. In many ways you were too easy to control.”

When he was at the graveyard, he was trying to fight to keep control of his body but she was too strong. As he knelt there with the knife in his hand ready to slit his wrists he remembered what his Dad had told them about her so with every fibre in his being he gained enough strength to block his mind from her and screamed for help from the one person deep down he knew would help him.