"I won't tell anybody!" Charlene screamed as he drove a syringe into her neck. She cried in pain, watched him look down at her in his arms, her vision beginning to go black.
Draco Malfoy was a powerful man.
He was even more powerful when he got wh...
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"Max! Keep your bitches out of my apartment!"
Max appeared around the corner, looking over to see Charlene sitting at the counter. She'd been trying to color a picture, but when some girl started banging on the door for max, she nearly lost it.
Draco was out getting groceries, so max was keeping her company, but she'd kick him out in a heartbeat if one of his one night stands tries to threaten her one more time. Especially with her being four months pregnant now.
"What?" Max walked out of her library, and went to look through the peep hole of the door. "Oh.. uh." He looked back at Charlene, concern all over her face. "You stay here. I'll handle it."
Charlene nodded, and watched him shut the door behind him. She got up out of her seat, and realized max was dumb, putting her ear to the door and silently listened to their conversation.
"You're not understanding, Haven." Maxs voice wavered, and Charlene's heart beat faster. "She doesn't know."
"Well she needs to. I'm tired of this, I don't get sleep and I don't—"
"That's your fault," Max shrugged. "It's not like she forced you to sleep with Harry. Besides.. uh.. jeez this is really awkward."
"Just spit it out." Haven snarled.
"Charlene's.. pregnant."
Silent, and then, Charlene swore her entire heart ripped out from its chords.
"I thought Harry made it where she'd never get pregnant again after her first miscarriage?"
The air was taken from her lungs, and her legs gave out. It felt like something was hooked around her throat and she couldn't breathe. The door was being pushed open, and she'd scrambled back, grabbed a knife off the counter and gasped for breath.
"Charlene—"
Her eyes watered, "Get away from me."
Her knife was pointed at Max, Haven standing at the doorway. She was so, so tired of crying. But her hands were shaking, and she couldn't help thinking of that gut wrenching feeling she'd felt when she'd lost her first baby.
Her lower lip quivered, and now, almost her entire body was shaking. "Who are you?"
It was such a simple question if it had been asked to someone she'd just met, but Max, she knew for almost seven years. And yet, now, it seems like he's a complete stranger to her.
He stepped forward, holding out his hands. "Charlene, put the knife down."
She shook her head, tears sliding down her face. "You— you knew.." a sob came from her lips, gripping the knife harder. "You fucking knew why I lost my baby! And you didn't do anything else besides ask if I wanted to 'make' a new one!"
Max gulped, "I'm—"
"Charlene?" Draco's voice rung in her ears, and she started crying even more. "What the fuck happened?"
She'd gasped from breath, "Tell me what's going on! Tell me— please, just be honest with me. Just once. Answer me one question."
Max nodded, and Draco furrowed his eyebrows, watching her hold the knife in her hands, and cry for a moment.
Then, so quietly he could hardly hear it, she asked, "Am I going to lose this baby too?"
Draco's heart shattered into pieces, and he took the knife out of Charlene's hand with ease, her hands too busy shaking. "Get out, Max. Both of you. Leave."
"I don't know," was the only answer max could give her, and she swore she felt her heart being squeezed. "Bye, Charlene."
The door shut, and Draco pulled Charlene into his lap, cradling her until he could get a grip and stand up with her in his arms.
"I'm going to take you somewhere, okay?" He kissed her forehead softly.
"Draco," she gripped his shirt as he walked out of her apartment. "I'm going to lose this baby. I'm so — so sorry. I won't be able to—"
"Charlene," he cut her off softly, "Please, just let me explain everything to you before you put things in your head."
Her eyes widened, and just like that, she was panicking again. "You knew too?! Are fucking SERIOUS?!"
"No— Baby, stop." He tried to grip onto her without hurting her, but she was making it difficult. "Stop, Charlene."
She heaved for breath, "You're a fucking stranger too. I don't know you. I don't know anybody around me—"
They were outside now, and it was almost 8 o'clock, which meant it was almost dark. His hands were on her forearms to keep her with him.
"Don't say that—"
"I am saying that!" It burst out of her like rage, pushing Draco backwards. "I don't know anybody! I'm left in the dark, all the FUCKING time! I don't even know what's going on anymore."
"Charlene, I just need you to listen to me." Draco pleaded softly. "Please. Just let me explain everything to you."
—
The entire car ride was silent, filled with Charlene's breaths as she fell asleep against the window.
Once Draco came to a stop, he waved to Mattheo who greeted him with a smile. He got out of the car and opened Charlene's door, picking her up in his arms.
She woke up an instant, gripping his shirt again. Her eyes fluttered, and she scoffed when she saw Draco looking down at her.
"Took me here to kill me, did you?" Her voice was drained of any emotion, and it worried Draco.
"Stop."
He let her walk the rest of the way, taking her hand in his as he walked to show her the way. Mattheo was at the entrance of the ware house, and he was going to give Charlene a hug, but his eyes nearly popped out when he saw her baby bump.
"Holy fuck, I forgot Draco told us you were pregnant." He smiled at her, and then went to hug her, but she stepped back, a blank expression on her face. "Charlene? It's just me. What's wrong?"
Draco caught sight of her eyes watering, and she just shook her head. But he couldn't blame her, all she was thinking right now was that her entire life was a lie to her.
It was.
Mattheo opened the door regardless, and then Draco guided Charlene inside the building. Men were all around the place, not a single women in sight, and when they'd first took a glance at Charlene, some whistled, some laughed, and others— the bolder ones— actually said something.
All of those men were shot in the head by Draco.
Charlene gripped onto his bisep and walked closer to him, until they stopped at a room.
Draco turned to her, and cupped her face in his hands, "I need you to trust me in here. I need you to let me explain, and please, Charlene, please believe me when I say I never want to hurt you."
She fluttered her eyes to stop them from watering, and nodded her head, feeling Draco kiss her forehead, down to her nose, and then both of her cheeks, and finally her lips.
She'd tried to hold the kiss for longer, but he opened the door, and the person sitting tied to a chair made her want to throw up.
