His (A Tom Riddle Love Story)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT CINDRIA AND THE OTHER EXTRA CHARACTERS PLUS THE STORY! THE REST ALL BELONGS TO J.K ROWLINGS!

16-year-old Cindria's POV:

"P-P-Please! I-I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean t-to!" I cried out in fear while backing away from him.

"What're you sorry for? Burning my dinner? Living? Being a failure? Killing my wife? You will pay for everything that you've done!" Mr. Henderson said while grabbing a fistful of my black hair.

I cried out in pain while he dragged me towards the kitchen, he shoved my face into the burned food that I had made.

"See this trash, it's the same as you, unwanted and makes everybody sick!" He yelled.

I cried harder and that seemed to anger him so he slapped me. The slap was so powerful, that for a while I saw double and couldn't feel anything on my face.

"It's all your fault! She died because of you!" he yelled out punching me in the stomach over and over again.

He dropped me and I lay there gasping in pain, trying to regain my breath. He kicked me and didn't stop there, he continuously kicked me until I felt myself blacking out.

I threw my arms out to protect myself and then I did something I never expected I'd be able to do.

When my hand flew out, Mr. Henderson flew back, hit the refrigerator with such force that I thought he'd make a hole through it and fell back towards the ground.

I could only stare at Mr. Henderson in shock, the air around silent with only my gasps of air being heard by me and only me.

I stared at my hands wondering what the hell I just did before I turned over and started coughing my lungs out. After I finished my coughing fit of death, I saw that I had coughed up way too much blood to my liking.

I heard a rustle and saw that Mr. Henderson was moving a bit. But by the time he opened his eyes just a bit, I was out the door and running like my life depended on it. And in this situation, my life probably did depend on it.

A Week Later:

I hugged my ratty jacket close to me trying to get warm, it was already October and I knew that he was back at that school. I smiled a bit thinking about Tom and wondering how he was. It's been such a long time since my eyes met with his lovely dark ones.

I looked over my shoulder one more time, making sure I wasn't followed. The last time I ran away, I ended up getting caught and brought back home where I was beaten to the point that I thought it was over for me, that I was going to die.

But I didn't so oh well you can't get everything you want in life, now can you?

Someone bumped into me and I cried out with so many apologies that I didn't have time to figure out that I recognized this person.

"I know you," I said hesitantly while staring into his blue eyes behind his moon circles spectacles.

"That you do, my dear. We met a long time ago, but at that time I was there for Mr. Riddle. This time I'm here for you," the man smiled gently while taking my arm and leading me towards a café.

Once we sat down and he had ordered for both of us a cup of tea, he looked at me much more closely. "You don't look so very well Miss. Rowan, is everything alright?"

I could only nod my head in positive, no need to burden anybody else with my problems. "I'm fine sir, but please tell me, how's Tom?"

He smiled and answered my question.