The Slytherin Legends|| Slytherin boys

Chapter 27

(Mattheo's POV)

At the dinner table, Isa sits next to me quietly eating her food.

I hate ravioli. I hate the texture, the taste, the smell. You name it, I hate it. But I want to make a good first impression. It doesn't really matter to me what others think about our relationship, but it matters to Isa so I force it down my throat.

Her stepdad starts asking me a few questions about my scars. I obviously lie. I'm not going to straight up tell him that I got into a bunch of fights at school.

A few minutes later Isa's mom and grandma start screaming at each other about the quality of the food.

Isa is bright red with embarrassment so I tell her that her family dinners are extremely interesting to make her smile, but she doesn't.

When my attention goes back to the others, I hear her grandmother say that her mother never cared about Isa.

It wasn't a big shock to me that Isa doesn't have a great relationship with her mother.

But then my attention is hooked when the information that Isa was abused by her mother slips. That she got slapped in the face, that she was starved, and that she was cut across the face. I keep getting angrier and angrier with each word that I hear.

I look at Isabella and she has tears swelling up in her eyes.

She was ten. Ten and got fucking cut in the face by her mother.

She backs her chair forcefully from the table that it almost falls over.

I look at her brother for help but he simply shakes his head.

"Look what you did!" Her mother shouts.

I get up from my seat and face both of them.

"No! Look what YOU did! Shut the fuck up, both of you." I yell. My voice overpowers both of theirs.

I dash up the stairs to get to Isa before she does anything stupid.

I open the door slightly and kneel in front of her. I pull her into my arms and she just cries hysterically into my shoulder.

It breaks my heart to see her like this. She is always so happy.

"You're okay." I tell her. "Calm down, Isa, It's fine."

She keeps sobbing and hyperventilating.

"Why didn't you tell me?" My voice cracks at the thought of what might have happened.

She doesn't answer.

"Isa, I need you to talk to me." I try to say this as softly as possible.

She finally speaks, but it's nothing that I want to hear.

"I can't breathe."

I do what my brother used to do with me when we were younger, I pull her hand to my heart.

"Match your breathing to my heartbeat. Can you do that for me?"

She nods slightly, her entire body is trembling.

"Use your words, Isa."

"Y-yes." She manages to say.

"Good, now I need you to tell me what I should tell the officers when I get asked why I committed murder. What did this bitch do?" I realize that it's not a time for jokes, but I needed to hear her laughter. I was shaking with anger and anxiety. I needed to hear her sweet and stupid laugh.

"She abused me. She starved me, saying that I wouldn't be able to eat until I "got my act together". She got really angry at me when I talked back to her that she pulled out a knife and cut my cheek. That's why I always wear makeup. Regardless of where I am going."