Messy love | Matheo Riddle

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CHAPTER 2

TW: B*LLYING, AB*SE

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Chapter 2 - the ugly state of my body

"Everything has its wonders, even the darkness, and silence"

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POV OF FEYRE AZURA

[Feyre's past-a fragment of her traumatic memories]

Laughter fills my ears. It is not joyous laughter but a wicked one. Something that makes my stomach burn with anger. Something that makes me want to shut my ears and never open them again.

Your soul which laughed through all of it.

Those devilish eyes.

Those hands mocked and broke others.

Those lips that laughed at others' misfortune,

A devil in disguise-

Dalia, Dalia Azura.

"Please, you're my sister you can't do this" I beg with my weak voice knowing it will do nothing but bring me more pain. I crawl using my bloody knees trying to get across the room, using the last of my strength to escape.
Escape from her handcuffs which she has set on me. The floor feels needless every time I crawl. But my eyes are only focused on the door, the door which will aid in my escape. The door which will make me never see their faces again.

The faces tortured me with pain. The faces that enjoyed my screams of agony.

As soon as I get close to the door, a strong force grabs the back of my legs and drags me back to the center of the room. I scream knowing everything I worked so hard for is being ruined, utterly ruined.

"Crucio Feyre" Dalia screams and that's the last thing I hear before darkness erupts and evil laughter.

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POV OF FEYRE AZURA

[Feyre's past-a fragment of her traumatic memories]

" I cannot help you any further if you do not want to be helped, Azura."

Professor Snape says, disappointment reflecting in his eyes. He stands up towering over me. We both are in a circular room, sunlight gleaming through the windows. If I reveal now, every inch of my body will be exposed.

"I do not want to do this, we have been at it for weeks" I deny standing up, ready to leave. Seeing his unchanged reaction I presume that he will not change his mind, he never does. I groan sitting back down. I harshly rub my arms where it burns immensely having flashbacks of what made me have the scars.

He turns around in disappointment, "Such a weak fool." He mutters pacing around the room. He calls me weak as if he is ignorant of all the tortures I have endured for two years. He comes to a stop eventually. "Remove your robe or I will do it for you." He points his wand at me. "Now" He demanded.

With fear, I lick my lips and stand up from the couch only to walk to the center of the empty classroom. With shaky hands, I remove my robe and slide off my t-shirt only to have my undergarments on. I narrow my eyes at him to have his eyes widen at the ugly state of my body.

He sighs looking away in mere disgust, I presume.

I have become, immune to this reaction. Their faces turning sour as soon as they lay their eyes upon me. They have to force their eyes not to stare at my scars for too long, or they shall puke in disgust.

He points his wand sternly at me. " Vulnera Sanentur'' He repeats, over and over again. All my freshly wounded scars slowly heal and close. My scars which tells tales of trauma, ab*se and love disappear away.

He walks closer to me lowering his wand seeing that my body is fully healed. This large cape, draping along with him. "Know that I did make an oath to your father, that I will protect you by all means. But know that I cannot protect you from Malfoy. ''

Tears swell up upon hearing his deceitful name. Even if he is faded from my life, the internal scars that he has imprinted on me will always stay with me, forever.