"S-sorry-,"
Lucille felt like she couldn't breathe.
She had to go to work in than five minutes, but she was sat in a corner crying. She couldn't sleep, she couldn't eat- should barely even breathe with the panic attack that she was having right now and it was all caused because of Jack.
He didn't just hit her last night, he almost raped her.
And she thought it wasn't possible because they were dating- but the way she had to beg him to stop touching her was a pain she thought she'd never endure. He was the only person who had ever seen her body and used to cherish it but now, he treats it like it's been passed around through multiple guys and it hasn't.
He knew that.
He was so close to fucking her- but she not want it. And when he finally saw the terror in her eyes he finally stopped, and drew his hand back from outside of her underwear where he was trying to forcefully finger her. She didn't want to be touched last night especially not after he had given her bruises almost everywhere.
When he left, she coughed up blood because he hit his her stomach to hard.
She couldn't cover the bruises by healing them, they were to big and she was i go powerful enough to heal the bare minimum of them. People like Mr. Malfoy would be able to heal them- but she would never ask him. Because that required her to lift her shirt at least over her boobs, there was a huge bruise in the center of her chest so she could pull her shirt down but either way he'd see her in her bra.
She let another tear fall out of her eyes before finally having the energy to stand up. She couldn't be late on her second day- she was sure she would get fired.
Lucille slipped on a baggy yellow sweater, it covered her up like she was about to drown in it- and that's fine. That's what she wanted. If anybody saw the bruises she would most likely break down into tears- it would be more then embarrassing. When she tried to slip on some sweatpants she was letting out another sob because of the pain on her thigh, but she managed.
Her room had a silencing spell on it since last night, so Cedric wouldn't hear her. And either way Cedric had to leave early so she as left to walk and she was pretty sure it was raining outside.
When she walked over to her mirror, all she saw was a girl who was broken. There were slight bags under hers eyes due to not getting sleep last night and her nose was red and so were her cheeks because she had been sobbing. She didn't have to mentality to put makeup on, she didn't mind, her eye lashes were long enough to touch her glasses but she still wanted them to poke out. Not today.
She stumbled out of her room, growing dizzier by the moment and when she walked down her stairs trying to put her converses on her nearly tripped with how much she had to rush.
She was running late already.
Lucille didn't grab her breakfast, she didn't grab a book- she simply didn't have time. When she walked out of the door she threw her hood on, ready to run and once she was out in the rain she shivered.
This wasn't the punishment she thought she'd endure.
Her legs hurt from running so fast and she was thankful that it wasn't far from her apartment. When she entered the building she wasn't that soaked because she tried to stay underneath enough awnings to be at least dry enough and presentable.
And when she stepped in the elevator, her boss was right there.
"Where the fuck have you bee-." He cut himself off when he looked down at her figure- her state that she was in. "Your wet." He stated, not being able to take her eyes off of her.
"S- sorry," she mumbled and he pressed the button to the top floor with a little more strength than he should've because she flinched.
And she didn't just flinch a little bit.
Her back almost hit the elevator wall and she cursed herself so hard internally, but he didn't even look back. Lucille felt her lower stomach start to hurt again and she had to swallow the vile feeling that was rising.
She could not throw up right now.
When they reached the top, the elevator dinging, she almost flinched at that. Is that what it had come to? Her flinching at every single sound that alarmed her? She hated it.
Her feet carefully carried her out, Mr. Malfoy following behind her and as soon as she saw the women at the front desk in front of Mr. Malfoys office she wanted to cry even more. Her words still lingered in the back of Lucilles mind and she couldn't get them out.
Maybe that's why Jack does it.
Because I'm not thick enough.
"Good morning Mr. Malfoy," the women chirped, but he didn't even spare her a glance before shoving his keys inside of his office and pushing through door open for Lucille.
And she walked in very cautiously.
When Mr. Malfoy shut the door he didn't slam it like she thought he would. It would've triggered her if he did, and she wouldn't be able to handle that; not today. Lucille walked over to her desk that was exactly like yesterday, empty, just waiting for her to take a seat. She glanced over at his desk and noticed that he got his own cup of coffee and her heart slightly sank.
"You- you got your coffee?" Her voice wavered, and it made her feel a pant in her heart becasue she was to busy breaking down besides getting him his coffee and now he had to get it himself.
"Yes. Because you were 15 minutes late." He responded coldly and he didn't see her eyes start to water as she took a seat, her bruises aching all over her body.
"I had to run here-." She choked up her words and this made him turn to her but she didn't bother to look up. "I'm sorry." She mumbled gently, composing herself.
"Yeah." He responded flatly.
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Lucille had been here for what felt like hours, rearranging shelf's and going through stacks of papers even when he didn't ask her too.
She needed a distraction because her bruises were starting to hurt worse.
There was a knock that sounded on the door, and before Lucille could get up Mr. Malfoy was shooting out of his chair giving her no time to open the door before he practically ripped it off the hinges by opening it so hard.
And there stood Lizzie, with food in her hands.
She had on a black skirt, and a white blouse, her hair pulled back in a ponytail and if Lucille wasnt so broken she would've wanted to kiss her. She found Lizzie extremely hot. She was also holding food in her hands, and she didn't give Mr. Malfoy any time before sliding in the door and walking over to Lucilles tiny body that was sat in front of a bookshelf organizing books in alphabetical order.
"Hey babe," Liz took a seat next her after kissing her cheek, "I got your lunch. Ced said he was running a bit late with work."
"Thanks," Lucille mumbled gently and when she heard the shut softly she looked back at Mr. Malfoy who was already staring at her. "Is it okay if she stays-."
"Don't be long. 20 minutes." He replied.
And that was enough to make Lucille smile.
When Lizzies hands touched Lucilles cheeks she was moving her face side to side. "You look pale. Are you okay, Luce?" She asked Lucille.
"Y- yes," she responded, now even more on the verge to break down. But she pushed it away and started drinking the bubble tea that Liz had gotten her, and it was her favorite flavor. Strawberry watermelon.
She ate her food, and sure enough she felt a little better.