𝐬𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 • 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𖹭 𝐭.𝐧

you cant treat me
right, but won't let me go...
TW : CNC

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I bite my lip nervously as I fall under Theodore's gaze and I see him lightly scoff even from far away.

Why did I wear this dress?

We were both at this party and it was crowded. I think the whole of Slytherin was here and about half of every other house.

It's Mattheo's birthday and so he went all out.

But still, it feels that no matter where I am or who I'm with : Theodore will always be there. Watching me.

And... I don't know if I hate or love that. It's like I'm protected but at the same time I'm locked up.

Everything I want to do is limited. The last thing I would want is for Theodore to be angry at me.

Because when he's angry we argue.

And most of our arguments end up with me all bruised and him scratched up as I try to defend myself.

Talking about fights; we're currently in one. Which is why I'm questioning my outfit choice.

Let me explain: me and Theodore got into a really bad fight and anger just took over me.

And so I took advantage of the fact that there was a party coming up and decided to wear the shortest and sluttiest dress I had.

It sucked so bad because Theodore - wether I liked it or not - he did have all control over me. Physically and mentally.

He's 18 and I'm 16. It's his last year here at Hogwarts but it definitely won't be the last time I'll be seeing him.

And even if I didn't see him, he takes over my mind like a curse. That's the word. Curse. He's cursed me and taken over every part of me.

But anything he had to say would be correct, right? I shouldn't have worn this.

He's told me so many times that my body is only for him to see and he's right. I shouldn't be wearing this.

He probably thinks I look terrible. I probably do look terrible. Why did I wear this?

Insecurity bubbles up inside of me after his look at me, and I'm quick to say bye to my friends, take one last shot and leave.

I sulk as I walk down the empty hallways, the smell of smoke slowly going away as I leave the party.

Ironically, 5 minutes into me walking, the smell of smoke overcomes me as the cold wall hits my back and I scream in fear.

"Shhh." Theodore shushes me, pressing me even harder against the wall. I let out a breath of relief which soon turns into fear.

He's probably very angry.

"Open up." He says, gesturing to the cigarette.

"I don't want it." I mumble, trembling.

"Open up." He insists.

I open my mouth and he puts the cigarette into it, making me smoke it. I cough lightly when he pulls it out and turn my head away a little.

"Why are you like this? Why do you feel the need to be a fucking whore? This dress is covering nothing and you look fucking horrible."

Tears prick to my eyes when his grip tightens on me, pressing me even harder against the wall as he talks.