**TRIGGER Warning**
(Sawyer's P.O.V)
"I want to raise your spirits I want to see you smile but know that means I'll have to leave" That's all I can hear. No, it's all a lie, he doesn't care about me. I run through the halls all the way to the owlery. I fall to my knees and grip my hair. "He doesn't care, only Mark cares." I stay there until it gets dark. I hear running footsteps and a door flying open. "Oh, Sawyer." I was suddenly embraced into a tight grip. "You scared me, I thought you ran away. Don't do that again." Mark kisses the top of my head and picks me up. "You're freezing, how long have you been here?" I stay silent and try to get warm from his body heat, but he pinches my thigh sharply. "Answer me, Sawyer." I whimper and shrug my shoulders. "I got here around the end of lunch." He chuckles and walks out of the room with me in his arms. I feel my eyes starting to close and i try to keep myself awake. Through hooded eyes, I see a blue portal and hear jumbled words. "What gets wet the more that it drys?" there is a scoff then an answer. "Towels dumb-ass" The painting opens and a minute later I am laid down on a soft bed. "I told you never to leave a room that I'm in without permission. Did you get it?" I groan and turn away from him. "Mark not right now please." He grabs me by my upper arms and rams me into the headboard. "I asked you a question." I whimper in pain and my head drops to one side. "No i didn't." he smirks and slaps me across the face. He grabs a cigarette, he knows I hate those the most. He lights it and blows the smoke in my face making me cough. "You know, thought you would learn faster, but I guess I have to leave more of a mark on you." He grabs a tie and ties my wrists together then lifts up my shirt. "This should do the trick." he flips me so I'm on my back and pokes the lit part on my back multiple times. He uses one hand to do that, and the other to push my head into the pillows so no one could hear my screams. "The sooner you learn the sooner i'll stop." He flips me and throws a punch on my stomach and I can tell there is going to be a big bruise. He slaps me a few more times leaving more bruises than he pushes me off his bed. "We need to get to dinner, they are drawing names tonight." He unwraps my hands and pushes me into the bathroom so I can clean myself up. I have a big purple bruise on my right side of my face and a scar and red mark on the left, with a nice cut on my lip. I wash my face and get rid of any blood or sweat there may be. I walk out and Mark grabs my wrist. "Let's go, you're so slow." He practically drags me into the great hall where the two schools have joined us, we were quite obviously late. He pulls me into his side to it covers my bruises. "Nice of you two to join us." Dumbledore jokes and marks chuckles. "Sorry headmaster, it won't happen again." We sit down and wait for the drawing to being, I'm silently praying that Hudson doesn't get picked.