He pulled me back by my waist and in front of him. He was towering over me as he sat me down in the chair. He kneeled down to my level and looked at my face.
"You got something to tell me sweetheart?" My breath hitched as I slowly nodded no.
He sm...
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TW: Physical harm, restraining
There's a little aNgSt coming up hehe 🤧
"You're on your own kid, you always have been." Taylor Swift, You're On Your Own Kid.
I couldn't move. And I mean I COULDN'T move. My legs hurt, they burned, they stung. Ginny still wasn't in the dorm, thank god, which meant she was likely still with Luna at her dorm or something.
"At least someone's love life is going smooth," I mutter to myself. I shouldn't really be thinking that, considering the only reason me and Mattheo weren't talking as much was because of me. Clutching my knees to my chest, I groaned in pain. Taking small sips of water was all that was keeping me going right now.
I heard two knocks on my door and immediately pulled the blanket over my legs. "Who is it?" I try saying in the least painful voice possible.
"It's Hermione, you're going to be late!"
I literally couldn't walk. Not without intense pain anyways. "I'm feeling terrible!" I yell out.
She paused for a moment before speaking again. "Alright, I'll let the professors know."
"Thanks Mione."
Her footsteps slowly went away and I relaxed, feeling in pain again. I dug through my drawer and found "Tylenol, pain relief." Well this time I ACTUALLY need it. With a little bit of water, I take a small bit and lay down, waiting for it to kick in. Mackie was moving around in her cage, letting me know she was likely very bored and tired. In pain, I reach over to the side of my desk and get a pen and paper and begin writing on my bed.
Feeling under the weather. Wanna come visit me after classes? Come in through the window.
I spelled the cage door open and Mackie immediately flew to me. I patted her head and gave her the letter. Reaching for my wand, I casted a few, quick short spells onto my legs so that they would become scabs and I could walk. I stood up and it still hurt, but at least I could walk. In a way, I was ashamed and proud of them. I hated both feelings.
Mattheo's POV: The night before
Honestly, this isn't even bothering me. If I'm being honest, I like Tyler better like this; knocked out and out of it. I'm waiting for him to wake up, but it's taking forever. It's been 20 minutes and he's still knocked out cold.
He suddenly started rousing and pushing himself up off the ground so that he was sitting.
"Oh look at that, sleeping beauty is awake," I remark sarcastically. He gave a sarcastic smile in return before groaning in pain. "What happened to you?" I asked with fake concern.
"Your girlfriend happened, that's what." I immediately stood up and pulled Tyler off the ground.
