𝑷𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔

Graveyard

This chapter contains abuse, violence, and death. Viewer's Discretion is advised.

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Without further ado, I present: GRAVEYARD

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"I miss her so much"

"Oh Pansy, if you only knew what your father has done. What he has done is worse than being associated with the Death Eaters. Your father --" Mattheo lets out with a chuckle, watching as Pansy's eyes go wide.

Attempting to move with no success, the ropes that confined her to the chair tightened every time she tried moving. He walked around her several times with continuous laughter. Taunting her.

Despite all the anger that has built up inside of her, she wasn't strong enough to break free from the chair nor the ropes that held her there.

"Tell me what my father did! I have a right to know," her voice echoes through the room, but not a soul can hear her.

Snatching her chin up to look him in the eyes, "you think you have a right to know? If I told you what your father did, you would question if you truly knew him at all."

"He doesn't love you."

"He never wanted you. Everyone knew Skyra was going to be the favorite. Your mum wouldn't let him get rid of you."

"The thought of you makes him sick, but who wouldn't."

"Tell me, you coward! Tell me what my father did! He does love me and he wouldn't get rid of me. Don't be a bitch and hide it from me! You're weak Mattheo, a weak boy."

Without a thought his arm swung back, the palm of his hand colliding with her cheek, which is now a bright crimson color with the outline of his handprint plastered on her face. His face showing no remorse, but a grin of amusement to himself

"You pathetic little girl. The only weak one here is you. You're the one who is tied up to a chair and unable to move. So weak that you can't even break the ropes," his face showed his next words could be dangerous. Not for just him, but for both of them. "A weak, lonely, unloved, pathetic excuse for a little girl. A waste of space Parkinson."

"I can't wait until I can get rid of you once and for all. Your father needs to hurry up and give me the go ahead."

"He would never let you kill me. I'm his..." her voice crackled while tears formed, running down her cheek. Wondering if the words escaping his mouth were true. Is everything she ever knew about her dad a lie? Did she not know who he was and was he really going to let Mattheo kill her?

"Little girl," the words slipped off her tongue, their eyes meeting. She could feel the cold looks that left his eyes to hers.

With a smirk on his face, "Are you sure about that or is your sister the golden child? I don't see him trying to save you; instead, he is making sure you're never found. It's for his and your sister's safety, not yours." Finishing his sentence, he disappears from the room leaving her in her thoughts.

"He doesn't love you."

"He never wanted you. Everyone knew Skyra was going to be the favorite. Your mum wouldn't let him get rid of you."

"The thought of you makes him sick, but who wouldn't."

Thoughts zooming in and out of her mind as the words he said continuously replay. Her father did love her and they don't have favorites. He was playing tricks with her mind to make her weaker, trying to distract her from the reality of what was going on.