Redemption of a Death Eater

Chapter Two: I am not a pet

Characters are not mine except for Victoria and Marianna Valentyne. I also apologize for any grammar or spelling errors.
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I had been laying on the floor for around ten minutes, he didn't seem like he was coming back in.
"Now is my chance to look around, maybe find out who he is..." I pushed myself off the cold hardwood floor.
Before checking anything out I locked the door to the room, at least if he did come back I wouldn't have to worry about him catching me.

The house creaked, the wind seemed to howl through the windows that didn't seem to be keeping together very well.
I shivered holding my arms close to my chest, I winced.
The pain in my dislocated shoulder seemed to be coming back, and with a vengeance.

I had to shake the pain from my mind, nothing would get done if I focused on that, "Deep breathing Victoria, deep breathing." I reminded myself.

Opening my eyes I glanced lightly around the room, it was dark not even a bedside lamp, there seemed to be dust coated on everything in the room, and a musty smell lingered in the air.
"Why would he live in such a horrible place..." I questioned myself.

Again I glanced around the room looking for anything yet nothing in particular, a piece of parchment caught my eye.
Glancing at the door before tip-toeing my way over to it, I un-folded the parchment.
It had nothing but a name and adress type thing, at least the name of a house.

Barty Crouch Jr.
The Old Riddle House

The parchment read, I nodded my head while staring at the paper in my hands.
"Did you enjoy snooping through my things?" a voice questioned from behind me, my eyes grew wide as I tried to throw the parchment anywhere as long as it wasn't in my hands.
"Me?" I turned smiling sweetly, "I would never go through your things...." I laughed nervously rubbing the back of my head with my hand and rocking back and forth on my heels.
He didn't reply, just raised an eyebrow.

"Ummmm....." I looked anywhere but at his face, taking in the look of his body.
The floor boards were creaking, he was walking towards me and there was no where I could go, no where to run.
He was for sure going to kill me this time, no way around it..
"Just close your eyes...." I told myself squeezing my eyes closed as tightly as I could.

He placed his hand on my hurt shoulder, the pressure was unbearable causing me to let out a small yelp.
He eased his hand, "Again I'll ask, what happened to your arm?"
"Dislocated....." I grumbled trying to side step away from him, but it was to no avail he was completely blocking off the exit.
My face was aimed straight at the ground, I couldn't keep my eyes shut any longer, the squeezing made my head spin.

I watched as he pulled his wand out, I flinched away.
"Well if you're going to be like that, you can suffer." he smirked, placing his wand back into his pocket.
"No... I'm sorry.... I didn't mean it." the words came out forced, anger clutching to every word.
Again he pulled out his wand, trying as hard as I could I stood there without flinching away.
"Better, but I can't fix it with magic." he said, as one of his hands gripped my arm pulling it out from my side and the other hand behind my shoulder blade.
The pain was more than I could take, I could feel tears well up in my eyes, 'You can't let HIM see you cry... be strong.' I thought to myself, I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes just as he quickly pushed my shoulder back into socket.

My knees buckled sending me crashing down to the floor once again, not being able to catch myself in time my face hit the cold floor sending the familiar sensation of needles pricking my skin all through my cheek.

He stepped over me, walking toward the door once again.
"Wait..." my voice rasped
He turned, I could tell he was looking down at me not saying there was much else he could do since I was collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"What....what's your name?"
He cleared his throat as if he was about to answer before turning and walking out the door.