In the Shadows (Mattheo Riddle)

chapter 39

My body hit the floor before he even had the chance to reach me. I was physically and mentally drained. I was relieved to be back in my room, but everything I was just put through was starting to hit me.

Im now a death eater, completely against my will, against everything I believe in. I had made the unbreakable vow, with none other than Voldemort. I was fully ready to die for this boy.

He picked my practically lifeless body off my floor, and laid me on my bed.

"Amelia say something, are you okay?" He begged me for an answer.

"Look at her! Of course she's not okay!" Theo shouted behind him, running up to the other side of my bed.

"I wonder who's fault that is." Enzo growled.

Everyone stopped and looked at him.

"You're saying this is my fault? If you blame anyone but her asshole of a brother you're beyond fucking stupid!" Mattheo snapped back at him.

They kept going back and forth, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Enzo stop." I whispered which took all my strength, "it isn't his fault."

Pansy was sitting on the bed, cleaning the blood off of my face, "Lia, what happen?! How did this happen?!" She looked hurt, to see me this hurt.

"Did my father do this to you?" Mattheo asked, I could tell he was terrified of my answer.

"My father is the reasoning for my cuts, him and my aunt did the hurting. Your father didn't physically hurt me, he actually made them stop hurting me." I tried my hardest to get this sentence out.

"He made them stop?" Even he sounded confused. I just nodded.

I kept reliving it, over and over again. My fathers vicious ways, my aunts ability to hurt me the way she did, and his fathers way of deceiving me.

"Amelia, what hurting? What do you mean?" Theo asked, confused. It seemed as if my face and bruises were all they thought id be through. They had no idea I had undergone the cruciatus curse, five separate times.

"My father, and my aunt, they-" I stopped. I couldn't believe my own father put me through this. "They used the cruciatus curse, on me."

The room fell silent. They looks of pure horror upon their faces. They almost couldn't look at me. Even Mattheo, who had my hand, held in his, lowered his head on top of our tangled fingers.

"Both of them?" Pansy asked, completely shocked.

All I could do was nod, it was too hard to talk through the tears.

"How many times, Amelia?" Theo whispered, afraid of my answer.

I just held up my hand, to show the number, I couldn't talk anymore. I didn't want too. It was all so much.

Their faces said it all, they couldn't believe what I was telling them. At this point Mattheo couldn't even look me in my eyes. I laid there, in a ball, holding out my hand to him, and hiding the other one very close to my body. I was ashamed. I didn't want anyone to see. Not the mark. Not the vow. Nothing.

Truly I wanted nothing more than to hack my own arm off.

"Theo, sleep in here tonight, I'm going to take Amelia back to our room, so she can rest and recover properly." Mattheo ordered, picking me up off the bed.

"I think she needs all of us right now" Theo hissed.

"Don't tell me what she needs." Mattheo slammed my door behind us.

To be honest, the thought of being alone in his bed felt like the best idea I've ever heard. I loved my friends, but I couldn't answer their questions right now, their looks of pity.

He laid me on his bed, and planted a long kiss on my forehead.

"Im going to draw you a hot bath okay? You need to clean up. You need to relax." He said to me, walking into his bathroom.

I laid there, emotionless, like my body was there, but on auto pilot. A few moments later, he poked his head out of the door, "come love, its ready"

I dragged my feet towards the bathroom, and just stared into the tub. He came behind me, gently taking my pants off, then pulled for my shirt, but I flinched.

"Your safe with me. Its okay now." I believed him, I knew I was safe with him. I was probably the safest with him. I didn't flinch because he touched me. But because now I would be bare, and he would see it all.

I gave him and let him take it off. Still holding my arm strong to my body. He reached over to grab my hand, and guide me into the tub. I resisted a bit.

"I promise you're okay with me." I knew I was. I just wasn't ready for this conversation.

I let my arm go, I was just prolonging the inevitable.

His eyes automatically met the mark. Its very hard to miss.

"Amelia" he gasped.