Draco POV
I stood in front of my wardrobe as I picked up my purse, the weight of my purse in my hands grew lighter by the day. I suddenly missed being alone, I didn't eat much and the money I had would take months before I would even consider replenishing it. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, frustration was beginning to get to me.
Dylan's voracious appetite was starting to drain my purse faster than I could replenish it.
If not for the vow I made to his mom, Selene, I would have kicked him out a long time ago. But the vow weighed heavily on my conscience, it was binding me to care for him no matter the cost.
"I am going to get broke if he keeps on eating this way," I mutter to myself, frustration was evident in my voice as I moved my hands through my hair again, I tried to think of a way to get money.
I sighed heavily as I sat on my bed, My gaze fell on the picture on my nightstand. It was the picture I took with Dylan's mom when she was six months pregnant with him. Tears cascaded down my checks as I recalled how she had risked her life to save me.
I remembered the day the god of war descended upon my village. I was twelve and was playing with my friends when fire started raining down on my clan.
It was a fierce battle and the dragons fought with all they had. I ran home and saw my mother looking for me on my way home. She carried me and she rushed home, hoping to escape through the underground tunnel the dragons had dug years back. We had been preparing for the war but we thought the god of war had given up as time went by.
The god of war unleashed his fury upon the dragon clan because the dragon clan refused to serve him. In a fit of rage, he slaughtered everyone in sight, sparing no one, not even the children. Miraculously, I survived, I was shielded by my mother's body as she sacrificed herself to save me.
If I had been quiet like my mother had told me to, the god of war wouldn't have found me. But I was scared and I cried loudly, I drew the god of war's attention to my wounded mother. He saw that she was still alive, she pleaded with him to spare our lives, but he let out a blood curling laughter, and with a swing of his hammer, he smashed her head and ended her life without a second thought.
He took me as his slave since I was young, I was a pawn in his twisted game of power and control. For years, I endured maltreatment and malnourishment, I was forced to do his bidding under the threat of losing my wings. He casted a tracing spell on me, ensuring that any attempt to escape, he would find me and punish me until I begged for death.
I was forced to do his bidding until I became an instrument of death, a trained assassin who carried out his every command. With each life I took, a piece of my soul died with it. I kept on killing until I was nothing more than a hollow shell.
Dylan's mom, Selene saw this and rescued me.
She saved me from that life of darkness and her compassion gave me new hope that maybe there was still kindness in the world.
She broke the spell and finally I was free from his grasp. She brought me to this house I now call my home.
Selene was a patient lady and waited for me to trust her, to open up to her and let her in. Slowly, as time went on, I was finally able to let her in. I found a friend in her and I had longed for one but never dared to hope that I deserved a friend.
In return for her kindness, I vowed to be loyal to her until the day I die. I promised to repay the debt I owed for the freedom and second chance at life that she had given me.
But caring for her son, Dylan, was proving to be more of a challenge than I had ever imagined.
A former assassin now reduced to babysitting duties, the irony made me laugh. I used to kill at the snap of my fingertips but now, I kill just for a nap after being stressed by Dylan.
His insatiable appetite was beginning to drain me and my money was spent faster than I could replenish them. I groaned as I realized that I had to find a job just to keep up with his constant demands for food.
I sighed as I undressed and stepped into the shower, the warm water cascaded on my body. I couldn't help but wonder how much longer I could keep this up.
Dylan, her son, was a constant reminder of her absence. If that was not bad enough, he consumed more than just my food, he consumed my resources, my time, and my patience.
"How much longer can I continue to sacrifice my own well-being for the sake of a promise I made several years ago?" I groaned.
I closed my eyes and I smiled as I recalled the kindness in Selene's eyes, the warmth of her embrace when she first rescued me. I remembered how she gave me this house and even placed a protection spell on it because of how scared I was that without the spell, the god of war would find me.
I finally made up my mind, I knew that no matter how heavy and huge this burden was, it was a small price to pay for the chance of freedom that she has given to me.
"Draco! Where are you?" Dylan shouted, I frowned because I knew he only called when he was hungry.
"Draco! I am hungry!" He shouted again.
I just fed him two hours ago and here he was hungry again.
"On a second thought, maybe throwing him out on the streets won't be a bad idea." I muttered with a smile.
The smile didn't last long as Dylan started banging on the bathroom door.
"Draco! I am hungry!" He said as he pounded on the door.
My bath time was over, it was time to resume my babysitting duties.
I sighed and wrapped myself in a towel as I made my way to the bathroom door.
"It's official, the great assassin is now the great nanny." I muttered with a groan.
I made a vow to myself not to make a vow to anyone again.