Tied [A Tom Riddle Story]

2. The Pureblood

The girl

9 years

Oh she would've love to stay with him longer. How she would love to stay and analyse his state of being. The longest they have sat and talk. Mostly her. Was an hour. But her father. The man that he is, needs her to be home on time. Which now, she isn't. It was about control rather than worry. 

'Do not taint my name!' busting through her ears since she was six. And she is sick of it. That, she shall bear. She'll leave that place as soon as she can

One thing she cannot bear was the beating. Which will happen. She knows. He'll be seated at his throne with a stick and he. Will. Beat.

 
As the muggle world slowly disappears behind her, she immediately grabs for the floo powder and walks towards the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron to raise the name of her impermanent shelter.

"Varton Estate" She utters as she disappears above the greens.

The greens took her to another luxurious fireplace entirely.

 
As thought. Her father was there. Sat directly to the view of where she stands now.

"Sir, I apologies. I got too preoccupied-"

"With a filthy muggle boy." The man stands.

"It is not what you think-"

"Then tell me how I shall think." He begins to walk towards her until he was directly in front of her.

He lowers his face to match hers.

"Tell me child."

 
She remains silent, looking at him.

"Tell me!" He shouted and she flinched.

The sound of a hard slap was heard throughout the living room, paired with a red hand mark on the girl's right cheek.

Tears began to well up in her eyes. As it usually goes...

"Have I not told you? Do. Not. Taint. My. Name. Tell me if this gets out, how will I bear to walk the streets, how will the other nobles feel, to see the man they once respected, with such a filthy so-called daughter at arms length!"

Tears began to fall, as she stood still. Unmoving. Unsounding.

"You, child. May need evaluation every single day. That is what you need." He straightened up as he began to pull out his daily used weapon.

The first strike pulls redness.

The second strike pulls a sob.

The third strike peeks blood.

The fourth strike pulls cries.

And the fifth strike pulls gashing blood.

"You will never see him again."

 
Her father never lies.