Bad Romance

Monster

-From Tom's POV-

It worked. My plan worked. I smiled to myself widely as I walked inside of the house; Y/n parted our ways as her dad called her and told her to come home, something about Chinese takeaway, and I was going to go inside and write in my diary about today's success.

I had been planning how I was going to convince her to be back with me for awhile now; it was a LOT of planning. I thought of and analyzed every detail; the day we broke up, how she broke up with me, everything she said to me leading up to that point, the way she reacted when I gave her the letter, whatever it was that she saw in Draco that she didn't see in me, and I came up with a handful of possibilities and logical outcomes. I knew that the straw that broke the camel's back was the danger for her, so all I had to do was convince her that I love her more than the dark arts, which I do, and then convince her that I'd stop. But that's the thing. I do love her more than the dark arts, but what I was doing- it wasn't evil. No, it was NECESSARY. The wizarding world was no place for muggles or Mudbloods. It needed to be clean and pure. And that was the ultimate mission of mine. I was going to see to it that the world be cleaned and purified, whether my Y/n liked it or not. She didn't have to partake in it, but she was going to be mine. I would do whatever it took to make her mine again. It's where she rightfully belonged.

I walked into the kitchen and began pouring myself a glass of water when I noticed Jackie was doing the dishes. I didn't say anything to her, but she spoke to me. "So... I take it you're back with her now, are you?" she asks in a disappointed tone. I look over and then notice the giant windows in the kitchen overlook the back garden, so there's a good chance that she oversaw the entire encounter.

"What? My Y/n? Yes, we're meant to be together." I say back flatly. She nods slowly and looks at me.

"So, what was I to you?" she asks. I tilt my head slightly.

"Well you were a warm body, nightly company, why? Were you meant to be something more?" I ask her. Her jaw slightly drops and her eyes begin to turn glassy.

"Tom, all that time?? That WHOLE time?? All those months, and I'm NOTHING to you? Nothing compared to the girl that broke you. The girl that played with your heart for months??"

"Watch how you speak of Y/n." I warn her. A single tear falls from her eye.

"Yeah, Y/n. Because all Tom cares about besides himself is Y/n. I bet she was off shagging Draco this whole time and you're STILL chasing after her??" she cries out. My temper is now about to boil over as I slam my glass down on the counter, causing a long crack to snake up the side.

"I SAID," I growl out before lowering my tone. "... watch, how you speak of Y/n."

"Oh, why? Is that because you can't handle the truth?? That she doesn't want someone as broken as you?? Some poor, unloved, orphan who hates himself but at the same time can't seem to focus on anything BUT himself??" she hisses out. I had been squeezing so hard on the already cracked glass that more and more spiderweb cracks crept across the glass. My breathing was now heavy, my face and neck burning.

Footsteps trailed in from the staircase, and Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins appeared confused. "Kids?? What's going on?" they ask. I look at Jackie and she sniffles and looks at them.

"Tom and I were romantically involved and he just broke me; broke my heart, my trust, everything. All for some Malfoy-banging-bimbo." she says. My jaw clenches and I can feel myself get even angrier.

I was so mad I wasn't even tuned in to the Jenkins lecturing and reprimanding me for every fooling around with Jacqueline in the first place. I was infuriated, with how she spoke of Y/n. In my eyes, Y/n was my queen. I would do anything and everything for her; I would burn down all of London if she asked me too. And I'd do it without any further thought or question.

I was interrupted from my brewing mental tantrum by Mrs. Jenkins. "So you haven't got anything to say for yourself, Thomas??" she says. I turn to her.

"No, I haven't." I say.

"Well, I don't think you should stay here anymore. Please, go get your things and be out by the end of the night." Mrs. Jenkins said.

And that was it.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back. I didn't move at all and the three of them got confused. "Actually, Jacqueline, I have got something to say for myself." I say firmly. She looked shocked, but doesn't say anything. I quickly move my intense and enraged flare from her to her parents. "Avada kedavra!" I sent whirling green clouds that ended up choking the life out of both of her parents as she watched and screamed in horror. Christopher and his brother were not in the house at this time, as they were out at a sleep away camp that week. Jacqueline screamed and cried over her parent's bodies and I felt something burning on my skin. I looked below the neckline of my shirt and observed the white and scaly looking skin spreading down my torso. I rolled my neck and listened to the cracks as I felt a sense of recovery come over me. It had been so long since I used that spell. So long since I had a fit of rage this badly.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" she shouted at me. I walked over to her and stood towering over her whimpering and crying body.

"Nothing, is wrong with me." I respond in a calm tone.

"You, are a MONSTER." she spits out. I shake my head no.

"I'm not a monster." I begin, pointing my wand at her. "I'm just ahead of the curve."