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Severus, Come Here
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,689
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1
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Chapter 5
Tears poured down Severus’s pale face... After a couple bottles he was murmuring nothings.
“Why the fuck... why?!” He sobbed hopelessly. He shook with more and more tears. It wouldn’t stop. It would never stop.
He sat there, strands of his hair clinging to his face from all the tears that had soaked it, snot dripping down his nose... just in pure agony as he was forced to listen to what his parents were doing in the room next to his. It was disgusting. He could hear the headboard of their bed against the other side of the wall that was to the right of where he sat. He was going insane... this was so incredibly wrong! He felt like throwing up. He just kept drinking... mouthful after mouthful... until he saw black and knew no more.
I'm not angry all the time
You push me down, at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you
He woke up. He had the worst hangover in the world. He couldn’t see straight for a moment... then he realized that he was on the floor of his room. His stomach felt so...
Severus vomited right on the floor where he lay.
He began shaking. He lifted himself up to a sitting position. He felt gross; sweaty and tear-stained. It was also extremely humid in his room because of the heat from outside.
Severus got up and headed towards the bathroom.
He walked in and stared at his reflection. He looked an absolute mess. His hair was matted and unkempt. He was shit-faced as hell. And he was still a little woozy.
He removed his clothes and jumped in the shower. He felt like he was washing away everything as the water hit his chest and face; like he was getting rid of all feeling... it felt good.
He got out and wrapped a towel around himself, then took his dirty clothing into his room and shut the door. Severus threw his clothing into his hamper and removed his towel, searching for clothes... while he was doing this he thought of Bella. How sorry she had said she was... how mad he was at her... how her stupid, breathtaking eyes could steal his so easily... how incredibly hot she was... how she... tasted.
‘Damn it.’ He thought to himself, ‘I can never get her out of my head!’
His hand slid down to his member and he began to picture her more clearly as he started to please himself. He went and sat down at the edge of his bed, facing away from his door. He closed his eyes.
How he longed for her to be in here with him right now... so he could watch her down there teasing him while he sat back and watched... flashes of memories appeared in his mind... her face that she made when he was inside of her... the sounds she made that drove him crazy...
He felt so dirty at the moment, but he loved it... all that mattered right now were his fantasies... how several times when they were together she had begged him for more...
Severus breathed heavily, gasping for breath as he finished. He wiped the mess clean with a couple tissues and deposited them deep in the trash. He threw himself backwards onto his bed and he lay there lazily, his breathing patterns becoming a little calmer in time.
After a short while he got into some clothes and then collapsed back onto his bed. He thought about Bellatrix again. But this time he thought about how much he hated her for using him and cheating on him. He felt disgusted at himself for even thinking about her a few minutes previous. But boy did he feel satisfied.
It took so long to see
You walked away from me
When I need you
He couldn’t stand thinking about her so much. He went over to his desk drawer and picked up a bottle.
He stared down at it, realizing for the first time what he was doing.
“She’s not worth it.” He said aloud, staring at the bottle.
But he yearned for the taste on his lips... the feeling he got when he downed a bottle. Like everything was going away. All of his problems. But–this was what his father did, wasn’t it? Drank himself senseless all the time... and look what he was doing to Severus’s mother. He didn’t want to be that guy... He wouldn’t be.
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you
When I need you
Severus went back into the drawer that held his liquor supply and reached way inside–in the back–and pulled out a long, sharp, shining knife. He shut the drawer and grasped the knife tightly in his hand.
He stood up slowly with it and walked out of his room towards his parents’ bedroom. His dad was resting on the bed; his mother was most likely downstairs–probably fixing lunch.
All the years of torment... all the pain, the tears, the abuse... echoes of his fathers harsh voice peirced into his ears, ringing through his head.
He walked into the room and let out a low growl.
“You fucked me up. Now it’s my turn.” Severus hissed, raising the knife high above his head, his hair covering his face.
"Tobias, come here." He said in a frightening tone.
His eyes were scary... sinister. There was nothing like it.
The only thing he saw, with deep satisfaction, was the look of shock and fear on his fathers face as he brought the knife down...
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you
When I need you...
“Why the fuck... why?!” He sobbed hopelessly. He shook with more and more tears. It wouldn’t stop. It would never stop.
He sat there, strands of his hair clinging to his face from all the tears that had soaked it, snot dripping down his nose... just in pure agony as he was forced to listen to what his parents were doing in the room next to his. It was disgusting. He could hear the headboard of their bed against the other side of the wall that was to the right of where he sat. He was going insane... this was so incredibly wrong! He felt like throwing up. He just kept drinking... mouthful after mouthful... until he saw black and knew no more.
I'm not angry all the time
You push me down, at least you try
Until we see this eye to eye
I don't want you
He woke up. He had the worst hangover in the world. He couldn’t see straight for a moment... then he realized that he was on the floor of his room. His stomach felt so...
Severus vomited right on the floor where he lay.
He began shaking. He lifted himself up to a sitting position. He felt gross; sweaty and tear-stained. It was also extremely humid in his room because of the heat from outside.
Severus got up and headed towards the bathroom.
He walked in and stared at his reflection. He looked an absolute mess. His hair was matted and unkempt. He was shit-faced as hell. And he was still a little woozy.
He removed his clothes and jumped in the shower. He felt like he was washing away everything as the water hit his chest and face; like he was getting rid of all feeling... it felt good.
He got out and wrapped a towel around himself, then took his dirty clothing into his room and shut the door. Severus threw his clothing into his hamper and removed his towel, searching for clothes... while he was doing this he thought of Bella. How sorry she had said she was... how mad he was at her... how her stupid, breathtaking eyes could steal his so easily... how incredibly hot she was... how she... tasted.
‘Damn it.’ He thought to himself, ‘I can never get her out of my head!’
His hand slid down to his member and he began to picture her more clearly as he started to please himself. He went and sat down at the edge of his bed, facing away from his door. He closed his eyes.
How he longed for her to be in here with him right now... so he could watch her down there teasing him while he sat back and watched... flashes of memories appeared in his mind... her face that she made when he was inside of her... the sounds she made that drove him crazy...
He felt so dirty at the moment, but he loved it... all that mattered right now were his fantasies... how several times when they were together she had begged him for more...
Severus breathed heavily, gasping for breath as he finished. He wiped the mess clean with a couple tissues and deposited them deep in the trash. He threw himself backwards onto his bed and he lay there lazily, his breathing patterns becoming a little calmer in time.
After a short while he got into some clothes and then collapsed back onto his bed. He thought about Bellatrix again. But this time he thought about how much he hated her for using him and cheating on him. He felt disgusted at himself for even thinking about her a few minutes previous. But boy did he feel satisfied.
It took so long to see
You walked away from me
When I need you
He couldn’t stand thinking about her so much. He went over to his desk drawer and picked up a bottle.
He stared down at it, realizing for the first time what he was doing.
“She’s not worth it.” He said aloud, staring at the bottle.
But he yearned for the taste on his lips... the feeling he got when he downed a bottle. Like everything was going away. All of his problems. But–this was what his father did, wasn’t it? Drank himself senseless all the time... and look what he was doing to Severus’s mother. He didn’t want to be that guy... He wouldn’t be.
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I'm not the man I was before
Where the hell are you
When I need you
Severus went back into the drawer that held his liquor supply and reached way inside–in the back–and pulled out a long, sharp, shining knife. He shut the drawer and grasped the knife tightly in his hand.
He stood up slowly with it and walked out of his room towards his parents’ bedroom. His dad was resting on the bed; his mother was most likely downstairs–probably fixing lunch.
All the years of torment... all the pain, the tears, the abuse... echoes of his fathers harsh voice peirced into his ears, ringing through his head.
He walked into the room and let out a low growl.
“You fucked me up. Now it’s my turn.” Severus hissed, raising the knife high above his head, his hair covering his face.
"Tobias, come here." He said in a frightening tone.
His eyes were scary... sinister. There was nothing like it.
The only thing he saw, with deep satisfaction, was the look of shock and fear on his fathers face as he brought the knife down...
Wake up I'm pounding on the door
I won't hurt you anymore
Where the hell are you
When I need you...