Messy love | Matheo Riddle

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CHAPTER 1

TW : Bul*ying , sc*rs, ab*se

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" I have learned so much from my pain but I keep wondering what joy hasn't taught me yet."

Chapter 1 - Fractured child

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AUTHORS POV

December, 1982, Azura Court.

Feyre - 2 years old

"She is just a child, Rhys, How do you expect me to hide her any longer from the others?" Aveena Azura wept in the quiet night of December, her despair filling the room.

Rhys Azura, torn between duty and family, attempted to reassure his sobbing wife who was scrambling on the floor. "We have to, Aveena. She is not the same as all of us." He sucked in the cold air, "If the dark lords find out about this she will be-" His words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken danger while he kept his voice low in fear that his voice might fall in the dark lords ears.

Aveena shook her head in disbelief, "Why don't you withdraw from Deatheaters and the Darklord?" She asked the same question that she had been asking to Rhys ever since Feyre came into this dark world. "For the safety of our own Feyre." Aveena implored, holding his hands desperately when she didn't get an answer almost immediately.

Rhys gulped, "You know I cannot do that, Aveena, I must stay loyal to the Darklord. I have to do this. We have to do this."

Aveena shut her eyes as she releases the pool of tears that had been gathering in her eyes. Her eyes stayed shut hopeless of her husband's stern decisions.

"We cannot let others know she contains blood higher than all of us.'' Rhys declares, a mix of affection and desperation in his eyes.

It is a rainy night, the rain drumming against the windows. From outside their voices are muffled, blended with the rain as they become one. If one listens sharply, they can hear the quiet sobs of Aveena.

Behind all of this lies a small frail child - Feyre Azura, who is destined to be the victim to all this endless chaos. She slowly creaks the door trying her hardest to make the faintest noises. She sees her dear parents crying, unable to hold themselves together, sinking in their own vulnerability. She lowers her eyes, closing the door with her tiny hands.

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Authors Point of view

April , 1995

Feyre, 15 years old, Hogwarts

In a dimly lit room, Feyre laid helpless her body imprinted with scars as a mysterious figure towered over her.

"So Feyre, how should I play with you today?" He taunts, a devilish smirk spreading across his his, sending shivers down her wounded and tired body.

Feyre was falling in and out of consciousness.

And at that very moment, she was somewhere in between.

Inhaling she felt her chest heave up her body expanding as she awaked. Azura's tired eyes travelled around as her eyes landed on him. Tears resurfaced her eyes.
She was not about to undergo another round. She couldn't.

"Please, please let me go Draco" Feyre plead, with the last bit of energy she had running through her veins.

Covered in scars, blood and burn marks, she was trying to get mercy of out of Draco, her tormentor.

Draco smirked, blood rushing to his pale face and awaited to revealhis sadistic desires. His hands grabbed a heated clothes iron, threatening Feyre with it. "You will never escape me" He asserted.

Whimpering, she limped away her strength only gaining her a few inches away from Malfoy. This was nothing compared to Draco's incredibly strong hands. With a light pull, her whole frail figure moved closer to him.

Malfoy eyes traveled her whole bare body, searching for something Azura couldn't read.

Malfoy's eyes stopped. Almost like when a predator finds it's perfect prey.

It widened the slightest as his eyes raged like fire.

"You have very pretty legs Feyre" Draco smirked looking at the only place in her body where there weren't as many scars as her hands or stomach. "I would like to see it ruined" Draco affirmed, grabbing her legs.  Tears rolled down her cheeks in pure fear of what would happen to her legs.

"You're mine" he finished as he pushed the iron into her skin, enjoying her screams of pain and agony.

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December , 1996

Feyre, 16 years old , Hogwarts girl's dormitory's.

"Feyre!" A voice enters as Feyre snaps back into reality. Feyre looks at her with tears swelling in her eyes. Asteara cups Feyre's cheeks, knowing exactly what's going on. " Are you thinking about it again?" Asteara questions with concern written on her face. Asteara's green eyes are filled with disbelief, watching her best friend growing worse and worse as every day passes  by.

The bright, beautiful girl she was once close with was now ruined, internal scars ruining her forever.

"I'm trying so hard to forget but they just keep coming back" The lump in her throat makes it harder for her to speak. Tears flood her eyes and she trembles trying to make herself stop crying. Her hands cover her face, attempting to stop the tears. 

Asteara sits beside Feyre on the bed hugging her tightly, "My poor baby" She coos, Feyre's head lying on her chest. Asteria tried to keep the scrambling girl together, being incredibly proud that she was still here strong. Now that Feyres tormenter was gone, Asteria promised herself will keep Feyre safe. Asteria will not repeat her same mistake again.

" As long as I am here they cannot hurt you" she rubs Feyre's shoulder, anger trespassing Asteria's voice. "I will not let them".

POV OF MATHEO MARVALO RIDDLE

Ever wonder what it's like to drown? It's the story of opposites.

It's like there's peace in the water. Like it's holding you, whispering in low tones to let it in. And every problem in the world will fade away as darkness settles in.

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But then, there's this thing...

in your head, and it's raging.

Lighting every nerve with pure madness - to fight, to survive.

And all the while, this question lingers before you, " Have you had enough "

It's funny, you could pass a lifetime without ever facing a choice like that.

It charges you forever. And for that, I thank you,

Dear parents.

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The monologue for Matheo was inspired from Arcane :))