What's a Riddle?

Tom

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

   Sometimes when I can't focus, I imagine I can know everyone's past life. Bellatrix was a girl with mental problems who was forced to not love mudbloods, or half bloods. But she's always fancied my father. Probably because she's terrified of him, and I don't blame her. But I don't think it's important to know much about her. Instead I'll think about my life.
(Note: This is a made up backstory of Tom Riddle as a child. It's just to develop him more as a character. )
    I grew up not knowing my mother, and not thinking much about her. When I was younger I wanted to learn how to operate trains. They seemed like a riddle. Which is ironic because that's my last name, and that's what I like to do for a living. I always asked my father for books on trains, but he made me read books on history..Wizarding History. I didn't know what any of these things meant as a child because I was only four. I didn't even know my father was a powerful wizard when I was a child. I just knew he grew up in an orphanage, and was released by someone important to him. That's all I ever knew about him. What's strange is we lived in the same house, and we barely knew anything about each other. Well I believe he knew almost everything about me, but I just didn't know much about him. That's how is was in our family, and that's how it will always be. When I found out I was a wizard, I was so confused. "Father!" "What is it son?" "I didn't mean to break the glass dad. I didn't even throw a rock, it just burst when I got angry." "How remarkable Tom." "What?" "Sit down. I need to talk to you." He sat me down and explained how I was a wizard, and that it was time for me to arrive at Hogwarts. "A school for learning magic?" "Exactly." "Do I have to go father?" "It's in your blood Tom. I don't expect everything to be perfect when you go there. Take it over." As a kid I never knew what he meant by that, but I knew I was going to find out soon.
     I'm just going to skip past all the bullshit, and tell you how my Hogwarts experience was. I took control of things in my own way. I never got bullied because I was one hell of a wizard. The people who were the most scared of me was the professors. I also had a lot of fun with some people there. I didn't have any friends, but I did have a few hookups. But I never had an official relationship with any of the women I slept with. To be honest most of them were mediocre, and didn't know how to satisfy me with their sounds. The sounds were basic, and none of them could handle rough. When I was around the age of sixteen. My father pulled me out of school, and asked me to do something drastic...commit murder. "You want me to do what?" "I want you to kill Alice Longbottom." "Why can't Bellatrix do it?" "Because we want you to do something for us." Bellatrix said. "I can't kill anyone." "The first time is always the hardest son." "You don't understand. I'm not a killer." "So I guess that means you don't have the killer instinct son." "I do." "Well then...prove it!" I looked down at her. She was already tortured enough, and I looked in her eyes. They were filled with tears. "Please..I have a son." "Kill her son!" "I'm begging you." "Now!" "Just let me think." "Don't think Tom." Bellatrix said. "You've already killed my husband, please spare me." She started to cry even more, and I was just looking at her. "Son!! Now!!" I didn't know what to do, so I just did as I was told. "Avada Kedavra!" She silenced, and the tears stopped flowing. "Well done my son. I'm so proud of you." He came to hug me while I was staring at a dead body. When I got to my room that night I felt like ending my life. But I knew that it wouldn't change anything. I would never find peace no matter what I did. So I decided to stay alive, and eventually set myself free.
I lost complete track of time, and didn't notice that the pan of food was on fire. "Shit!" While running to the kitchen trying to put it out. "Where the fuck is my wand?!" Before I could do anything else water was poured on me, and the flame went out. "Good morning." "You dumping water on my head better have been a fucking accident." "I wanted to put the flame out." "Good." "But also throwing water on you was the first task I wanted to finish, and I did." "I should just fucking kill you." "I don't think you have the killer instinct." I looked at her neck, and saw the bite mark I gave her. "Your neck says different." "I wouldn't really call that a killer instinct." "Do you have a bite mark on your clit?" "I didn't check." "I don't believe that for a fucking second." "I didn't see one." "Then let me ask you this. Does your clit on the outside throb a little right now?" "Yeah a little." "Then that means I bit you good." "Fuck you." "But you liked it." "What makes you say that?" "I've never heard a woman make those noises before. I've also never slept with a woman who was able to handle rough like you." "Is that a compliment? I thought you were a virgin." "Did you seriously think a virgin could know how to do all that?" "No I guess not." "Then that answers your question." "You really are a fucking asshole." "I wonder if you think having attitude towards me is going to set you free." "I thought that was something your father had to order." "It is, but you're my prisoner." "So what the hell does that mean?" "It means I can chose if you live or not, if I choose to make you comfortable or not. I have complete power over you, and there is nothing that can change that." "Not without a fight." "You've been here for over a week. It's going to be whatever you want it to be. You're going to choose if your experience will be comfortable or not. So I would recommend you stop testing. My anger is a ticking time bomb. Don't force it to explode." Before she walked away I looked at her neck again. I was a satisfied with my work from yesterday. She gets pierced so easily, and that's why she's fun. I'm not going to say I like her, I really don't. But I work way too much for my father, and I'm going to have some breaks once in awhile. I'll make sure it's her.