Addicted || Mattheo Riddle

24 || Eye to eye

Octavia Lestrange 

"STOP!" someone shouts before Mattheo and I can reach the door leading to the courtyard, and my head snaps around to find Astoria standing there. 

"Do not go with him, Octavia! He's a traitor! He's going to get you killed, i'm warning you!" She shouts at me, walking over to us, tears streaming down her face. 

"I'm sorry, I have to do this" I tell her, and with those words we disappear through the door, the cold night air hitting my face. 

My hand finds it's way to my chest. The necklace still there and a relieved sigh escapes my lips as I glance around the courtyard. It's quiet here, too quiet for my liking. There are no death eaters to be seen. 

We sit down on one of the benches, my hands trembling as I look up at Mattheo's face. "Can we kill your father now?" I ask, my gaze glued to his face. His gaze is different, more empty and lacking emotion.

"I'm sorry, Octavia" He whispers, eyes glued to the ground, like he's scared to look at me. "I have to do this" 

I open my mouth, and close it again, and then open it again. "What do you mean by that, Matt?" I whisper, grabbing his hands. 

He yanks them away and finally, finally looks at me. "Don't fucking call me Matt" he says, voice stern, like he's angry with me. 

"What's going on?" I whisper, my lips trembling. He's being fucking weird, and it's creeping me out. 

He laughs, a bitter, emotionless laugh coming from deep within his chest. "You naive little girl" He chuckles, shaking his head. 

"Matt?" 

"I just said don't fucking call me that, Lestrange!" He shouts, fists and jaw clenching. I stare at him in awe. Who's this, and what have they done with Mattheo, my Mattheo.

"Tell me, Tell me why you're acting like this! You love me, you're not supposed to get angry with me, and hell, don't even get me started on calling me by my last fucking name" I spit at him, and his eyes shoot up to my face. 

"You think I loved you?" 

I open my mouth in shock. "Of course you did? what are you talking about?" I whisper, my head starting to spin. 

He laughs, actually laughs. "You actually think I loved you, You out of all people?" He smirks. "I'm proud of myself for being able to make you believe I did" 

"Mattheo, what are you talking about?" I whisper, trying to grab his shoulders, but he shoves me away harshly, eyes darting around the courtyard. 

"What i'm talking about? The fact that Anyone can betray anyone, Lestrange. I never loved you, and I sure as hell never will. It was all just a game to get what I want" He smiles at me, his face showing no emotion.

"No, you don't mean that" I tell him, tears forming in my eyes. My lips tremble and I start shaking. He's not serious, this is just for show right? 

"I do, I never loved you, for fuck sakes, I fucking despise you. You were useless after I got what i wanted. It was never real, I just used you in the game I was playing, to get the necklace and bring my father back" 

"But you promised me! You promised me you loved me! don't fucking do this to me Matt, I know the real you is in there somewhere, please" I yell at him, angry and fucking broken at the same time. Heaving sobs leave my mouth, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, tears taking away my vision. 

"Promises mean fucking nothing to me, you silly girl. You think I care about breaking the heart of some stupid girl like you?" He laughs, before grabbing my arm roughly. I try to snatch my arm out of his grip, but it isn't working. He's too strong, his fingers locked around my wrist like Iron.