Tom Riddle- Arranged Marriage pt3

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A/N: same as part one, this is the last part with her parents in the story and the talks of abuse stop after this chapter, the next one is the wedding and the ending of this mini series
Trigger Warnings: mentions of abuse, mentions of violence and mentions of blood, mentions of death and murder
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Tom POV:

Once we get inside we are met with the angry faces of her parents. As soon as she sees their faces she hides behind me and I can feel her trembling against me. She's absolutely fucking terrified of them and that's not fair on her.

I grab her waist gently and walk her to the stairs, straight past her parents. Her dad grabs onto her arm and tries to pull her back towards them. I almost missed it, if it wasn't for the terrified gasp and squeal she let out I would have missed it. I immediately face them and one look form me had them letting her go. She rushes straight back to me and clings to my arm. I gently push her up the stairs, she immediately gets the hint and runs upstairs to my room. Once I know she's out of earshot I look over at her parents, their faces full of fear- fear that they have been caught out and they know I know.

Evelyn POV:

I run a bath and sit down in the bath, waiting for Tom to come upstairs. I can hear shouting downstairs and the door opens slowly, I thought it was Tom and walk out wearing only one of his shirts and a pair of boxers. However, I am not met with Tom but rather his father, Voldemort. He looks at me and gestures for me to walk towards him, which I do, hesitantly. He notices my hesitance and says softly, "I'm not going to hurt you, you know. I just want to talk to you about your parents."

I nod and walk over to him, thankfully, Tom's shirt on me looks like a dress. He smiles at me and we go on a walk through the gardens until he sits down with me at one of the benches in their gardens. He sits in front of me and looks over at me, "I want to talk to you about your parents, more specifically the abuse that they put you through."

I nod, knowing that we would have had to have this conversation, I didn't think that it would be this soon though, and I also didn't think that I would be having this conversation with Voldemort, I thought it would be with Tom where I explain everything to him and he then tells his dad. He can sense my nerves and gently rubs my arm softly. "I know a lot of people think that I am not the best father but I would never raise a hand to my kids, and I hate those who do raise their hands to their kids."

I look over at him and sigh, "they were both physically abusive towards me, my mother was also verbally and emotionally abusive, while my father was also sexually abusive towards me. After he had umm you know to me, if I ever went to my mother which wasn't often, she would just blame me for apparently wearing to revealing clothes or being naked, I was in my room after just getting out of the shower and getting ready for bed. It didn't matter the situation I was blamed for what he did. They are both drunks as well so they often blame the alcohol for their actions, they cant do that when they were sober though so they just acted like I needed to be 'disciplined'." 

He's looking at me while I am explaining everything and I can see the anger burning in his eyes, i know how much he hates people who are abusive to their kids, that's when he asks the question which I knew was coming, but somehow still didn't make it any easier to get asked and have to answer, "why didn't you come forward and tell us about what was happening, we could have done something to help you earlier?" 

I look at him and then back down, "I don't know, I guess I was just scared, and I was also told by them that I would never be believed by anyone if I did come forward, I tried once, I tried to tell Tom but my parents came in when I was telling him and they figured it out, but tom didn't really believe me at that moment in time and I think that was because I had no bruises and marks when I told him." 

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