Breaking Cupid's heart || M.R

•chapter 1•

~tw: please read with caution~

I woke up to banging and the creaking of the old stairs that led to my room. Suddenly my door is flung open and there stood a males figure, with an empty bottle of whiskey in hand.

"I suggest you get up before I Crucio you" he slurs.

Love you too father.

6:45am

I nod and look at the alarm next to my bed. I hadn't even realised it was going off. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and brought my hand to the top of the alarm and pressed the button, silencing the alarm.

I was about to move my hand away from the alarm when he threw the bottle at my hand making it shatter.

My reflexes cause me to pull away quickly and saw that there were glass pieces stuck into my hand.

My hand was cut and bruised, I couldn't tell if they were new or old cuts reopening. Maybe both.

I'm lucky though I only came back yesterday. I got sent home after being kicked out of my old school. I didn't have too many injuries, my hands were a bit fucked up but nothing that would raise to many questions.

"Artemis Crouch it's your first day at your new school you wouldn't want to be late" he smirked when he saw my damaged hand.

Artemis Rose. That's my name. Not crouch. I don't want his name, I'd much prefer my mothers.

My father hurts me, he blames me for my mother's death. She died when I was a baby, giving birth to me. I've been raised to believe that was my fault. I guess it is in a way.

They are both from rich pure blood family's. Both loyal death eaters. I try not to think of my mother as a death eater, she seemed too pure and kind.

I'm used to the abuse now. Name a spell used to torture someone I've been hit by it. I don't feel it anymore, sometimes I crave pain, I want to hurt. It a the only attention I get. It's familiar.

"I can't believe you got yourself kicked out of Beauxbatons Academy, after everything I've done for you, you ungrateful bitch" he was now holding only my face making me look at him.

I saw his eyes soften for a second when he looked into my eyes. I'm a spitting image of my mother, she was beautiful. I have many pictures and clothes of hers hidden in my trunk. If father knew he would burn them.

"Mother wanted me to go to Hogwarts" I manage to say. She did, she wanted me to go to Hogwarts, just like she did.

He chuckles deeply, his eyes going dark again, he throws my face to the side. I slowly look up at him.

"Your mother... is dead" he says still laughing.

I know, of course I know that. He's just trying to antagonise me. He wants a reaction. One he isn't going to get.

Then he left not uttering one more word, just shutting the door with a loud thud.

I pre-packed my bags last night, I can't wait to get out of here. The sooner I'm away from that man I call my father, the better.

I got up and weakly walked to the bathroom. I attempted to undress myself and get into the shower, but a stinging pain in my hand reminded me I needed to take care of it first.

I grabbed my wand from my bedside table and re-entered the bathroom. I took a deep breath and cast a spell, this specific spell removed the glass and sealed the open cuts. It left little scars but my hands are always covered in scars. I can't remember what they look like without them.