Drifting Grace [An Alastor Fanfiction] [PROOFREADING]

Chapter 17

William turns his chair to me and leans back. We sat in silence, presumably Will wants me to speak but I didn't want to bother him. I already bothered someone last night with it and went to my room without so much as a good night. My grip on the mug tightened.

"I think I ruined my relationship with him," I say softly. Will raises an eyebrow at my words.

"That so?" He replies, interested. "Well, what did you guys do? Did you argue?"

I thought for a moment and shrugged. I wasn't even sure if it was an argument, but even if it was, I was the one at fault. I was the one who exploded.

"I told him something I shouldn't have," I told Will. "A really big secret, one I've never even told you."

Will sits up straight and looked at me straight in the eye. It was quiet, my colleagues had walked out of the room as they noticed the visible tension and stress that was leaking out of me.

I remembered yesterday as it happened just a few seconds ago. Alastor kept pestering me about a small word I had coughed out, it was the only time I was ever annoyed with his lack of empathy. I've already cried for Alvin and by mistake, the words rolled out of my mouth. Alastor sure was vigilant, if it were me I wouldn't even notice it.

I laughed, it was quite obvious that I ruined my first ever relationship with someone. I still can't believe I was the one who destroyed it.

"Do you want to tell me the secret?" Will asks. I raise my head and shook it. "Why not? Is it that bad?"

I stopped and thought, nodding a few seconds later.

Will leans back and sighs. "Did you do anything bad?"

It was quiet again. Was I at fault?

***

"Pretty little girlie, you look so beautiful in that dress," He whispered in my ear. "Just like your momma, your skin is so smooth."

***

A crash brings me back to reality. I looked around and found a green mug on the floor. It was mine.

"Emma! What the Hell--," Will stops as he sees my face. He puts aside the mug swiftly and kneels down, wiping my cheeks. "Em, why are you crying? Is something wrong?"

What did I do? Why am I crying? This happened so long ago, why am I still so weak?

***

His hands on my skin, he rubs them in circles around my lap. The icy touch was rising up, inch by inch, slowly. I couldn't speak, I couldn't even blink. My breath was caught in my throat as I shook in fear.

"Excited?" He whispers and chuckles. "Your legs are shivering--."

***

"Emma!" A voice boomed from behind me. I was stunned and jumped from my seat, backing up into a corner.

I looked around. When were my hands on my head? My scalp hurts.

"Mama?" A childish voice called out.

***

I felt blinded by the light. Every time I blink, I see my darkroom. I see the ceiling, I feel the bed. The moon shone, letting me see the view. A lump of hard flesh on my lap, and a disgusting drooling smile in front of me. A hairy man with a large belly has his hands on either side of me. I feel so weak.