What's a Riddle?

Tom

| Warning: This chapter has some violence, and child trauma. If you're sensitive to any of these topics either read with caution, or go to the next chapter. You can also read another book. It's not my intention to trigger anyone in any way. |

    It's about one in the morning, and I'm still working on some fucking project my dad told me to do. That job is trying to find out where the Elder Wand is so he can defeat everyone, and become the most powerful wizard to live. Now, hunting for a wand that nobody knows where it is can be exhausting. I've looked through many stories of the last people who say the Elder Wand. It seems like they know more about what happened to it, but they didn't want to say much. I would go after these men to interrogate them, but the problem is they're dead. "Fuck!" I must've been up all the way through morning, because my focus was broken to the sound of the door opening. I jumped, and grabbed my wand only to see that it was Roxanne. "Don't do that again." "Do what again? Open a door?" "No, don't scare me like that." "Well I didn't know you were still up." "Why are you awake?" "Because it's ten in the morning." "Shit, really?" "Have you been working all night." "Yeah, I had to." "Alright then."
She started to get certain things from the pantry I'm assuming to make some food. She was wearing a loose shirt, and some shorts for sleeping. While reaching to grab the bowl, her shirt lifted a little and I could see her stomach. She looked really fucking good. I quickly looking away from her because she looked at me. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Alright." About halfway while she was cooking she stretched her neck back to crack her neck, and she made a little grunt sound. I was biting my lower lip to try and stop myself from thinking these thoughts, but it was too late my dick was already ready for her. "Fuck." "What's the problem?" "Nothing." "Why are you acting strange?" "Ask me one more fucking question. I dare you!" "Why are you stressed about your daddy's requests?" He jumped up fro my seat, and she ran out of the room and ran to her room. She closed the door, and I barged the door open. I ran to the bathroom door but it was locked. "Open the fucking door!" I didn't hear anything in there. "I'm warning you. If you don't open the mother fucking door it will be worse for you!" There was absolutely no sound in the bathroom. "You're fucking dead." "I kicked the door and it slammed open. When I ran in there I didn't see her anywhere, and then I heard running in the hallway. When I got out in the hallway I saw her open a door and run into it. It was the door that led to the stairs that led to the only way out of here.
I ran after her, and by the time I got downstairs she was running to the only way out. "You're not able to get out!" She tried running to the sides of the chambers, but she wasn't as fast as she thought she was. I was able to get a hold of her. She started screaming, and thrashing in my arms. "Get the fuck of me! Fuck you!" I dragged her back upstairs and brought her back to her room. "Fuck you you fucking prick!" I threw her on the ground, and pinned her arms down to the side. I straddled her stomach, and pushed her down. "I'm not going to hurt you." "Fuck you." "Roxy please calm down." "Or what? You're going to fucking hurt me?" "Do you want me to hurt you?" "You're not able to hurt me." "I'm not letting you go until it's an order to set you free." "Yeah I got that. Can you get the fuck off me?" I let go of her, and closed the door. "I'm seriously losing my patience with you." "I told you I wasn't going to be easy to handle." "Can you keep your fucking mouth shut?" "Can you stop listening to your fucking daddy?" "I'm only doing this so he lets me go." "How many fucking reasons were there to kidnap me?" "Shut up!" "Well answer the fucking question." I stormed out of her room, and locked the door. I ran to my room looking at the death eater mark my father gave me when I was only thirteen. He always forced me to do things that benefited him. I just want peace and quiet in my life, but no matter what happens I'm stuck in this world where I have to be something I never wanted to be. My father also hit me a lot whenever I didn't do well on an assignment, or if I had second thoughts about hurting someone. I could feel my eyes start to water, but I quickly stopped myself before I let out emotion. The only way I could really stop myself from crying or getting vulnerable was violence. So, I did just that. I crashed my fist into my mirror and screamed as loud as a could. I completely shattered the mirror to the point where there was no more glass on the actual mirror. I felt some glass shards in my hand, and I saw the blood drip down in the sink. "You're bleeding." I turned around quickly to see Roxanne standing in the bathroom doorway. "How did you get out? I locked the door." "I learned to pick locks when I was four. It was a little life lesson from my mother." "If you're going to continue to provoke me about my father. I suggest you leave." "I'm not here to talk about your father, and when I do talk about him I'm not talking about him. I'm talking about you. I'm trying to help you." "Bullshit you're just trying to set back to your freedom." "Well that too, but I'm also trying to help." "Why would you want to help me?" "Because I think no one has ever tried to help you. I know how that feels." "I know most people like to talk about their feelings, but I'd rather not relate to anyone." "Well you will. It's not something you can ignore." "I want you to know I will always hate you." "I don't think you could hate me as much as I hate you." "You'd be surprised." "Please. You took my freedom, and have attacked me." "Fine you win." "I think I owe you one." "What?" "Your hand is bleeding pretty bad. You helped me with the cut on my head, and I think I owe it to you." "No, get out!" "But-." "Get the fuck out!" I threw one of the glass pieces at the side doors, and she didn't even flinch. She just grabbed my hand and started to clean the wound. "I don't need your fucking help!" "Well you're getting it. So be fucking grateful." I grabbed her neck and pushed her against the wall. "I have things to do. I'm not going to waste my time trying to fix my own problem. Go back to your room and stay there." I let go of her, and she walked out of my room. I had to make sure she was in there so I watched her go into her room, and I locked it up after. I really do hate her because she's a real fucking pain in the ass, but she also seems like she cares. But then I can't trust her because all I know is she desires her freedom.