Messy love | Matheo Riddle

18

CHAPTER 18

TW : Ab*se, thr*atening, mention of r*pe

 ✥

CHAPTER 18 - REPLACEMENT

"She is the flowers. But she is also rain. She is the beauty of day but also the nights full of pain" - Unknown. 

✥

POV OF AUTHOR

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

"You ran away. Again" Malfoy glared into her eyes, with an evil cunning look. She shrieked away, in fear of what will happen to her.

He was planning to do something malevolent. Something that would harm Feyre forever.

He threw her to the floor, starting the daily ritual of pain. She heard a loud crack as pain crushed her. Screaming in agony, tears withdrew her eyes. Despite everything she was used to, she only hoped the defying sounds were not her bones cracking-something that can permanently alter her peace.

He grabbed her face, his palm covering her mouth and nose, fingers wrapped around her face. A sinister chuckle left his lips, "You think you can escape me Feyre" He threatened, sending chills down her spine. Heavy breaths left her mouth as her body tried to crawl away despite her will.

"What a pathetic whore" Malfoy sneered, gazing at her pitiful state. Darkness engulfed her as she shut her eyes, not having enough strength to look at her tormentor no longer.

Parchments of color fell from the air as It landed on her face, slowly moving to the floor. Malfoy grabbed one and forced a fistful of hair and forced her eyes to lay upon the parchment.

It was a picture of Feyre, giving a forced blowjob to an unknown Slytherin boy. Her eyes widened as her screams increased. Fear engulfed her like no other as Color left her face. "A release of this and the whole world will know how much of a slut you are " He intimidated, his veins of anger visible.

"So Feyre, "He titled his head, in between her sobs, "Just get it through your thick fucking skull, that you have no one to run to than me." He spat.

" I am your fucking savior"

✥

[The present]

POV OF AUTHOR

The evening neared, the saddening sun dipping the horizon. Feyre finished all her classes, thankfully.

With the help of Lorenzo and Asteria who made her choose every difficult class she attended all of it.

The end of the dreaded first day of school was finally coming to an end. But say, after the long day she was tired.

As she was walking, taking her usual route to the slytherin dormitories, to rest, she stopped by a nearby washroom to freshen up.

Entering, she was going to use one of the stalls when her impressive reflection stopped her. Her eye bags were decreasing, her lips were not as chapped as before. She didn't look too fat.

Her eye softened as for the first in a long time, she looked normal. The scars that would be bleeding through her white uniform were no longer there. Instead it was peacefully healing.

A small smile creeped upon her lips, looking somewhat pleased with her reflection. Perhaps, without their constant presence, this school year would be okay.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps enter. Thinking it was some random student, her fingers turned on the faucet washing her hands. The footsteps stopped when she realized the figure was right behind her.

"Enjoying the school day, are we Feyre" An evil voice loomed. Feyre looked upon the reflection, only to see her sister, and her best friend Pansy behind her glaring at her evilly. There she was, the figure that made her always question her beauty. - Long straight luscious hair, doll-like-face, model-like figure and perfect plump lips.

Pansy walked to the entrance of the washroom, locking it so no one could enter.

Feyre, scared, took a step back. When her back hit the front of her sister. "You didn't think this would stop did you?" Dalia asked innocently.

She turned around in an instant, her breath hitching, "You have him now" Feyre spoke, "What could you possibly want from me now" Feyre hissed.

Dalia as tall as she was, towered over her, looking at her dead in the eyes, "I wouldn't want anything from a whore like you" Dalia spat in rage.

There she used the disgusting word, she had always called Feyre. Dalia found no shame in calling her own sister-a whore. Dalia would set people up, to use and r*pe Feyre. Dalia would even go to such lengths to drug Feyre such that she was the one begging to it.

And only after that torment, she would shame her by calling her whore and slut-names Feyre never deserved.

"Are you sad that your poor Draco isn't around" Dalia cooed as she inched closer, "Well, it looks like he found a replacement. A fairly better one" Dalia said innocently, referring to herself.

Feyre's lip twitched, her heart was burning. Not with jealousy but with anger. Anger with how easily she could get away with things with an innocent face. Feyre replied, "Good. Now you can go through the hell I went through."

As much as Feyre wanted to run away from them, she wanted something from them. No didn't want to endure the torture they put her through. She wanted something more. Something that will put out the raging fire within her. She wanted them to be tortured along with her. No, she wanted them to be tortured. She wanted vengeance.

Dalia burst in laughter. How stupid Feyre was, for saying such a stupid little thing. Dalia wiped the corner of her eye to prevent the tear of laughter from escaping, "My darling, what makes you think he would do any of those things to me. I'm different. I am the girl he has been drooling for ever since he was 7." Her eyes glowed in victory.

Dalia's hands traveled up her back, only to grab a fistful of her hair, yanking it back. Feyre gasped, shutting her eyes. "Draco might be gone, but I'm still here. Until I disappear, your days of hell are unmated." Her voice was vicious and cunning. Feyre's chest rose up and down.

"Pansy!'' Dalia called, her eyes signaling to do the act they had planned for. Pansy brought her wand, pointing it at Feyre. A smirk rose from Pansy's lips, "Crucio"

✥

a/n : My past past readers can recognize this chapter LMAOO anyways thank you for readingg

Thank you for reading and don't forget to vote :)

✥