DIRTY BLOOD | TR ✔︎

ELEVEN ➢ RIDDLE

Kaeda's been the only thing keeping me sane throughout the last month.

After being tortured by my father repeatedly, having my mind reaped and picked apart, having to kill innocent people, I want nothing more than to be able to curl up into bed with her in my arms.

I haven't had sex in three months and the frustration is well-passed kicking in. My dreams are becoming more and more lustful, Kaeda being the star.

I don't even need sex, I just need her. I need to hold her hand, to kiss her, to touch her, to hold her.

I stop at the Advanced Care of Magical Creatures classroom, which Hagrid uses on days like these. Murky ones with gray skies and clouds looming above, waiting to rain down on our heads.

I'd transferred into the class the moment I found out it was an option. I, however, didn't know Kaeda would be here until I stand at the back of the classroom, staring at the curly bun atop her head.

"Mister Riddle, I'm glad you could join us. Take a seat beside mister Potter or miss Wyatt and I'll be over there in a moment to catch you up to speed." Hagrid says, clapping his hands together.

But I'm not looking at him. The moment Hagrid says my name, Kaeda stiffens. The muscles in her shoulders sharpen, her back tenses, her arms stop moving.

I make my way towards her, sliding into the chair next to her.

"Miss Wyatt." I whisper, pulling out my notebook.

"Stalking me again, Riddle?" She asks, voice soft yet scratchy.

I furrow my eyebrows and look over at her.

"I found my photo in your room. My vinyl too." She says, clearing her throat in attempt to lighten the strain on her voice, to no avail. "I didn't take them back, don't worry. You can keep them. You've had them longer than I have at this point."

"Kaeda, I'm sorry. Just let me exp—"

"Don't bother." She says, tilting her head.

A purple mark peeks over her robes and my blood freezes.

"Is that a hickey?" I ask her, my voice harsher than I intended it to be.

"No." She answers curtly. "We're not playing the question game. Don't ask me any."

I frown, bringing my hand up to push her robe out of the way. She smacks my hand away but not before I get a look of the marks on her neck.

My blood burns.

A hand-print-shaped bruise marks her throat, purple and green colors tainting her beautiful brown skin.

The noise attracts the attention of some students, but I don't pay them any mind.

"Kaeda, who the fuck—"

"There's no point in asking, I'm not going to tell you." She says harshly, glaring at me. "If you really want to be able to touch me, you should've thought about that before you disappeared for a month, asshole."

"I didn't have a choice." I clench my jaw, turning my head to the front of the room. "Either I'll get the name out of you or I'll figure it out myself. And you don't want me to do that."

"Why is that?" She asks, scribbling down the notes Hagrid had on the board.

"Because once I do, I can't promise that I won't kill whoever did that to you." I answer darkly, the honesty in my tone dripping from my words.

She pauses, shaking her head. "It's not your job to be my keeper, Riddle. You made that very clear when you left."

"We need to talk." I tell her, my teeth gritted.