Under My Skin

~ Chapter Thirteen ~

"Red,Black,Red,Black."

Kieran's POV -

I don't love her.

I could never love her.

She's ruthless when she's angry, she's careless when doing crazy shit, and she's so caring you wonder if it's actually her speaking to you.

She's got looks that make other girls cry.

I don't love her.

No matter how much I protect her nobody can tell me different.

How could I love her?

"Kieran?" Scorpius questioned me. But I was blinded with rage. Flint ignored my threat and continued to spread rumors around the school that Ember had slept with him before leaving for summer break.

That was why she hadn't returned to Hogwarts. That's what everyone believed.

We were in the library studying when Gregory sat at a table a couple tables away from us. He told the guys at the table that she was loud and tight. That he was apparently her first.

My hands were gripped onto the wood table breaking the wood. "Kie, we can handle this another way." He tried reasoning. I didn't reply I could hardly hear him.

"Kieran." He cautioned. I stood from the table harshly. "Kieran!" He yelled out desperately.

I stormed over to Gregory picking him up from his chair and slamming his body into a bookshelf. He tried fighting back pathetically. I took him to the ground mercilessly throwing punches at his face.

Scor had tried to pull me from him but the effort was useless. "Someone get a teacher!" A girl yelled. The skin on my knuckles split open.
The contact to Gregory's face only harshening.

Red was gone.

Red was old news.

Black was new, It was terrifying.

Black was murderous.

"Please stop!" Gregory had cried out blood puddling from his injured mouth. I didn't stop. How could I stop now when it felt so good to continue.

For me fighting was an obsession. It took so much self restraint and effort to stop once I started. But all restraint disappeared.

Now I was here, and the feeling of enjoyment surged through my veins. "Kieran! Stop!" Scorpius pleaded.

I can't stop. I wanted to call out to him warn him that I couldn't stop. But nothing came out of my mouth. Punch after punch. Groan after groan. Flesh tearing and bones breaking.

What am I doing? Why can't I just stop? I've injured him enough! Kieran stop! But I couldn't.

Gregory's face was completely covered in blood. You could barely even recognize him. I didn't stop there. Barely wasn't enough, I wanted him to never be recognized.

I had his blood painted on my fists some splattered on my face and neck. My teeth gritted in my jaw. They had every male in the library try to remove me from Gregory. But their efforts failed.

Try harder! I wanted to tell them. I didn't want to continue. "Holy shit!" I heard Scorpius mutter. Black smoke had began to surround me.

I breathed it in, addicted to the scent. It was like a drug. I breathe it in and felt a power flow through me. This was my own special brand of heroin.

"Kieran please stop it!" I heard Lilah cry. It was like I was in my own little bubble. One minute I was causing pain to Gregory Flint and then another I was being dragged off him by Scorpius and Professor Pucey.

"Oh my..." Professor McGonagall gasped out. I was on the floor, my head resting on a bookshelf. My knuckles had been ripped open and bruised.

I looked at Flint with terror. I did that. I didn't mean to do that. "He's still breathing but barely! Take him to the infirmary!" McGonagall demanded.

Her wide eyed gaze turned to me. I met her look with a face full of regret and confusion. "Riddle." She called. I stood up looking around at the crowd that formed. "Riddle." She repeated I started running.

I didn't know where but I had to get out of there. "Riddle!" She hollered after me. I kept running until I was next to the Black Lake. I ran my hands through my hair frustrated.

"Fuck!" I cursed out. Laughing, screaming, frustrated huffs. I couldn't focus on one emotion.

They all combined I would laugh as the irony of it and then scream at how pissed I was and after if huff I'm exhaustion.

Repeat, repeat, repeat.

I had been doing this for hours. "You remind me of your mother." That's what replayed in my head. My dead mother the tragic Dabria Weasley is what people called her.

Was my mother like this? Is that why I reminded Headmaster McGonagall of her? She couldn't have been like this. All I ever heard was nice things about her. But then again nobody wants to tell a child all the shitty things their mother did before they died.

My father said she was like an Angel the sweetest and most forgiving woman he's ever met.

Draco Malfoy told me she brave and envied.

Blaise Zabini would say my mother was hilarious and strong.

Theodore Nott would tel me
she was terrifyingly beautiful.

Astoria Malfoy mentioned she was smart and witty.

But nobody ever said she was a bipolar maniac who was connected to Voldemort. Nobody ever said she used to get so mad she would almost kill the people she fought.

Nobody ever fucking told me the truth.

A glowing figure brought me out of my stressed faze. She was wearing a long white dress with flowers in her ginger hair.

"Run." The ghost warned.

"Mom?" I muttered. "Kieran run." The voice echoed in my ears drums.

"You're not safe here! Run sweetheart!" She cautioned she was desperately screaming at me. I ran into the woods once I heard a twig snap.

The forbidden forest was dark. It was after sunset the trees surrounded me. Not even the moonlight shun in.

I was dark , alone, and in danger.

But I couldn't stop going back to what I just saw. I just saw my mother.

Dabria Weasley.