Chapter 12

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!Warning: PHYSICAL ABUSE!
!Cussing!

I was packing my suitcase again, when I heard people walk into my room. I turned to see my Father, Lindsay and Logan starring daggers at me. Then my father turned around and shut the door, he turned around and gave me a sinister smile.  All of the sudden I was on the ground, Lindsay, Logan and my Father were looking at me. My father lifted his hand and punched me. He hit me in the face. Lindsay and Logan started kicking my ribs and spine.

*a few hours later*

After hours of the torture and abuse, I was bloody and insanely bruised. I just lied on the floor.
I dragged myself to my phone and looked through my contact, they were blurred but I found Draco's contact and pressed call. It rang twice and he answered.

*the call-N/A P.O.V*

Draco: Hello?!Baby what's wrong?!

Florian: *weakly* It hurts so bad~

Draco: what hurts baby, did something happened?

Florian: *weakly* M-my dad a-and Lindsay and L-logan they-

Draco: What did they do?!

Florian: they hurt me~ It h-h~

Draco: Baby?
*no answer*
Draco: Baby···
*no answer*
Draco: *scared, tearing up* Florian Thomas! Don't toy with me damn it!!
*no answer*
Draco: Fuck! Damn it!

*Draco hangs up*

*Draco's P.O.V*
After I hung up all I could think about was Florian. What could those bastards possibly have done to him.

I pulled up to a small cottage like house and knocked on the door. A man came to the door.

" How can I help you sir?" He asked.
"Where is Florian?" I asked.
"Who is Florian?" He asked.

I pushed the man aside and walked into the house. My eyes fell upon Lindsay and Logan.
"If you two don't tell me where he is, I will have you two Expelled." I said.

They stayed silent. I walked down a hallway at the back of the house. I pulled out my phone and called him.

I heard his ringer and found the room it came from. I wasn't ready for what I saw in that room.

Florian, He was lying there on the ground, blood coming from his mouth. His beautiful Black hair matted with blood. He was covered in bruises.

I picked him up and heard a small groan of pain.

"Hi, Baby your safe now I'm here, they can't hurt you anymore." I whispered, as I carried him down the hallway.

I walked right past his father.

" You are a horrid, disgusting person, how could you do this to your own son?!" I asked.

"He's not my son."

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