Addicted - Mattheo Riddle

Chapter 5-Mattheo

I'm sat in the slytherin common room, icing my face when Theo comes in. He looks at my face and smirks, "Who's the unlucky bastarda," he drawls in his thick Italian accent.
I flip him off as he sits down down next to me.
"Potters sister," I say gruffly.
I flex my hand, dried blood cracki on my knuckles. Theo raises his eyebrows, his dark eyes glinting with amusement.
"Damn, you really are a weak bitch if a Potter messed you up." I grit my teeth and smile bitterly to myself at the irony.

I'm still pissed, even after taking my anger out on Tom in the sparring mat. I can't remember the last time someone's bothered me this much; especially not a girl. She's been stuck in my head all afternoon, those sharp green eyes and soft hair. I'd never fuck her though, she's a Potter and if she's anything like her brother then I'd rather cut my own dick off then sleep with her.

"You know Tom will never let you live this down." Theo's voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I glance over at him. "He can do whatever the fuck he wants, I don't give a shit."
He shakes his head and chuckles at me, a ghost of a grin threatens to appear on my face. Even though Theos a complete dickhead, he's the closest friend of mine aside from Draco and Tom.
When our mother died, Tom would barely speak, he didn't eat and he wouldn't leave his dorm unless it was to go to his chamber. Well until Draco somehow befriended him and then he slowly started getting better. I wish I could say the same for me.
Something died in me that day, something I never truly got back. No-one knows what truly happened to her, aside from where she was found. A muggle graveyard, her neck twisted and bloody. I spent years searching for the killer, yet I found nothing and so eventually I stopped looking. But I'll never give up, and the day I find the bastard who killed my mother, I'll make them wish they were dead.

"You really need to get laid, you look ready to kill someone," He comments, half joking. I shoot him a glare, "Half the girls are either petrified of me or want a fucking relationship." An image of Scarlett appears in my head but I get rid of it as quick as it came. What the fuck am I doing? Fantasising about Potters sister? Maybe he's right, I do need to get laid. Theo scoffs but stays silent.

I stand up and head towards my dorm, my face aching. A constant reminder of what a Potter did to me. As I enter my room I grin, humourlessly to myself. I'm going to make Scarlett wish she never fucking met me.

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