The Downfall Of Malina Donovan - Book 2

Chapter Seven

Malina woke to the soft rays of the sun, the breeze flowing directly onto her bare arms. She slowly sat up, stretching her arms in a big yawn.

Her gaze turned to the spot beside her and her heart jumped. Tom laid shirtless, his curls falling over his forehead and his mouth was slightly parted, his eye lids closed.

She had never seen him so peaceful. No anger was shown on his face and he looked relaxed. She lightly smiled to herself, looking at the sleeping boy. Her hand reached and moved the fallen curl behind his head, pulling the strands lightly.

Tom's eyes opened lightly, squinting due to the sunlight from the open window. She pulled her hand back, afraid that he would get mad at her for touching him while he slept, but he grabbed her wrist and put her hand back in his hair, she continued her soft strokes.

"Sleep well?" She asked, her fingers grazing his forehead slightly.

He groaned, his eyes closing. "Mhm" He answered, he fell into the bliss of her soft hands.

"That's good." She said lightly, watching Tom's eye brows furrow together as she ran her fingers through the side of his hair.

She stopped, taking her hand away from his head. His eyes shot open, his mouth opening in protest.

"Why did you stop." He mumbled, his groggy voice sending tingles in her abdomen.

"Because, we can't stay here forever."

His eyes fully opened and realization shot through them. He sat up, staring at the girl in front of him, the girl that wasn't supposed to be here.

"Right." He said coldly, his tone emotionless. He got out of bed and pulled on the hoodie that sat on the chair, his hair now messy from the contact.

"We have a meeting today. Don't forget." He said, shutting the door behind him.

She sighed deeply. She honestly thought Tom was bipolar. One minute he wants her to play with his hair and the next he's storming out of the room.

She got out of his bed, her gaze snagging on the mirror before her. She had turned back to her normal self, but instead, her eyes were swollen and her eyes were red.

She mentally scolded herself for showing her weak side to Tom, the fact that she needed Tom to hold her to make her calm down made anger bubble inside her.

"I don't need him," she whispered to herself, going over to her wardrobe, pulling out a green sweatshirt.

She made her way downstairs, greeting the people that walked past her. She reached the kitchen and Tom sat at the counter, eating the cereal that she forced Abraxas to buy.

Tom watched her as she grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and poured herself some cereal, the sound of it hitting the glass echoed around the room.

She took the seat furthest away from Tom, not wanting to be around his sour mood. They ate in silence, watching as some people came in to grab a cup of coffee, each one of them saying good morning to their lord.

Malina finished first, due to her lack of food last night. The cold water from the tap hit her skin, making goosebumps stretch upon her arms.

Tom walked beside her, waiting for her to finish washing her bowl and turning the tap back on when she stepped away from the sink.

She went to turn away from him but she stopped, looking at Tom's long fingers as he washed his bowl, the veins visible as he squeezed the soapy sponge.

"When will you need me?" she suddendly asked.

Tom shut off the tap and turned toward her, the soap still on his fingers.

"Soon, Malina."

The stood in silence for a moment, their gazes locked on one another. She nodded and turned away, making her way back upstairs toward her room.

The door shut softly behind her as she closed it. She looked around, the caldron still laid on the ground, ingredients still spread on the floor.

She cleaned it up , waving her hand to make the items disappear. She then continued to clean around the room, making her bed and tidying up the rest of the space.

She took a warm shower when she finished, washing away her dried tears from last night. She thought about Tom and how much he has changed. He was no longer the teasing psychopath but now he was rude and stern, not caring about what happened to her.

Her mind wandered to where he goes for those long weeks. He would leave without a trace and show up weeks later.

A quiet gasp left her mouth. How many horcruxes has he made now? She knew he planned to make seven but has he completed it? Maybe that's why he was acting this way? Or maybe the seven years apart was enough to break their connection, shattering it into pieces.

Her thoughts left her mind when the bathroom door swung open, revealing a disheveled looking Tom Riddle.

Sorry for the short chapter! I'm trying to work on this story and my other one but once things start to pick up I'll be posting a lot more! I hope you enjoyed :)

-Z<3