A drunk, a seducer, and me. (dramione)

1- bloodstains and vodka

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Everything was going spectacularly, I had a good job, good boyfriend, good friends, life itself was pretty much amazing, well, at least I thought it was.

I was walking down my road in Manchester, it was June ,my daisy patterned umbrella in the air, and my beige over coat on, I opened the little black gate and walked up to my red front door, taking out the keys I opened it the muggle way.

"I'm home honey!"I called, seeing Ron sitting at the table on the other side of the room, his hands running through his ginger hairs,
tears pooled in his eyes.

I put the umbrella in the small yellow stand by the door, and jog over to him, my heels creating vibrations on my hard wood floors.

" I lost my job..." he suddenly mumbled, not looking at me.

"Oh sweetheart! I'm so sorry,.. did they say why?"I asked, crouching down by his side.

Ron jumped up and walked slowly to the cupboard, making precise movements as he took out a large bottle of vodka.

"Sweetie do you really want that?" I say, remembering his fiery temper.

He just ignored me and untied the cap, throwing it across the floor and downing the bottle.
I sigh nervously , fold up my coat and place it over the chair.

"Ok, well... I'm going upstairs now , good night" I mumble, I walk up the stairs not looking back because I know he's staring, step into bedroom and double lock the door, and before you ask, I took his wand , I always do when it gets like this.

I get into my Pjs and climb into my soft bed, rest my head into my thick layer of pillows and fall asleep.

The next morning I awake, take my morning warm shower, get dressed , unlock the door and walk downstairs, to find Ron on the floor face down, the chairs tipped over, bottles of alcohol smashed on the floor, we don't even keep that many in the house, maybe two for celebrations but this was a sight to see.

I went down as quietly and quickly as possible, took my brief case and left without getting my breakfast or lunch.

When I arrived home, Ron was back in he same place at the table as he did the night before.
I just walked upstairs to bed without saying anything.. big mistake.

I double locked the door , got in my pjs and fell asleep, only to wake up in the middle of the night to be harassed as Ron came smashing through my bedroom door, knocking it off it's hinges, his face alight with a blazing rage I'd never seen before.

I shrieked and screamed, covering my self with the blankets, as if it would help.
My wand was in the draw by the wardrobe,
Ron ran at me, punching, biting and kicking in a fit of blinding rage.

I ran down the stairs in terror as he stormed after me, my eye was a terrible shade if brown, black and blue, my arms and legs where brutally slashed at with a kitchen knife and it was 12 in the morning.

I grabbed my coat in a hurry and dashed out of the front door, down the marble steps and out the little black gate, down the street and past the little wizarding pub.

My chest was heaving and I looked a fright.
Like Friday the 13th has come early this year.

You never would have thought Ron would be like that, he was such a funny sweet young man, until something messed up in his life and he started drinking again.
He even got therapy to help with it, but he screwed that up.

I sat down on a bench just outside the pub , my chest was heaving, and the rain had begun just like yesterday, my coat and pjs where stained with my blood and sweat and my face looked as if I was trodden on with a muddy boot.

I curled up into a ball, my bare feet on the edge of the bench ,soaking and cold.

I shivered and started to cry, it never got this bad that he wanted to kill me out of spite.

The pub doors burst open , people where beginning to leave , and the light unleashed the mess whom was I.
I looked away, to ashamed of myself to look into their drunk happy faces.

A man walked out, waving his friend goodbye who had walked the other way, and stopped when he saw me.

I shuddered and closed my eyes, inhaling slowly out my mouth, taking in huge gulps of air.

He crouched down next to the bench where I sat curled up, he looked worried, and familiar.

"Are you alright?"he asked , concerned.

"Never better"I smiled, looking into his face.
"Do you have somewhere to-"he said, but was cut off when he saw the blood stains and stood up.
I closed my eyes again and rested my head on my knees, then felt myself being picked up
And carried away to safety.