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31.

31. deserved
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"Where is he?" I shook my head. "What's his name?" I refused to answer again. Van's whole demeanor changed in a millisecond. "Edith. Tell me who the fuck he is. Why are you protecting him? Why are you letting him stay here? Why are you letting him think that what he did was okay?"

"It's no use, Van," I finally cried, finding my voice. "I already punched that sucker. Riddle scared him off. There's nothing else we can do."

"Who's Riddle?"

"The rude one. The 'jealous' one." Van got up, heading straight towards the door. I jumped to my feet in fright, chasing after him. "Wait- Van! Please don't make a big scene," I pleaded, quickly trying to dry my tears, hopefully they'll think I'm just high, which isn't great but better than asking if I was crying. "Van, please don't do anything. I don't want to attract any unwanted attention," I quiver, my voice unsteady. My knees wobble, warning me that gravity was about to pull me down, these heels definitely weren't helping. I leaned against the wall, taking off the torture devices and then Van was gone. Disappeared in the crowd of drunk and dancing teenagers.

I stumbled to the door, wondering if they were already in the hall. If there was one thing Riddle enjoyed doing was beating up people, it wouldn't surprise me if Van was able to get him on his side. I made it outside and they were already all the way down the hall. I felt sick as I ran down the hall silently, trying to catch up with them, but my running was more of an elevated walk.

Even if they reached Ravenclaw tower, they had no way to get in.

Oh who am I kidding, they're two boys two are ready to slice heads off, they'll know how to get in. Riddle knows this whole school like the back of his hand and Van will go to major lengths to try and keep me safe and happy.

I walked past a wall where a large crowd of Gryffindors were exiting. I spotted Tanya and immediately took a break for it, hoping she didn't see me, and won't see me. Right now I just need to focus on one thing, and those are two angry Slytherin boys. When I turned the corner again, I finally spotted them, heading up stairs. There had to be a shortcut, there must be, because no sane person wants to climb that many stairs every day just to get to their dorm. I tried to think of any way Zara might have told or shown me, and then I remembered.

I ran as fast as my feet could carry me, heels hitting my body every time I swung my arms. It was only a matter of time when I reached the top of Ravenclaw tower, thankfully Van and Riddle weren't there yet. I leaned against the cold stone wall, completely out of breath with an ache in my side. Then the door opened. Fuck.

The only person I never wanted to see again stepped outside. He stopped, staring at me as if he was seeing a hallucination. "Desperate for more?" Warren smirked, making my skin crawl. I couldn't find any words so I just shook my head violently. "I don't know... I can only think of one reason you'd be here." He reached out for my face.

"Don't touch me," I snapped, slapping his hand away.

"That's not what you said that night," he breathed, inching closer. "And with that dress?" He exhaled, eyes raking my body. "You're basically just begging for me." He pressed his lips against mine and my hand swung, punching the side of his face then again. And again. My ring had made a cut on his face. He fell on the ground and I kept swinging, blinded by rage. I picked up one of my red heels and brought it down on his face until his face was red with blood.

"Eddie." My head snapped up to Van and Riddle standing at the top of the stairs, looking from me to Warren who was bloody on the floor. This was the most relieved I'd ever be to see Riddle. But that was cut short when I felt a hand up my skirt. I screamed, stumbling back, tripping over my feet. Van looked like a murder, ready to kill. He picked Warren up from his collar, slamming him against the wall. Riddle carefully came over to me but I just couldn't look away from the ground, trying to cover my legs with the little skirt I had. I was glad I was wearing shorts, but it didn't change the fact of what Warren was trying to do.