Slytherin Marriage

chapter 16

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Everyone sat down in the dining room, father and I were sitting at both ends of the table, staring at each other in the same death sensation we have been giving each other for most of our lives.

"What? Have something to say father?" I said breaking the silence.

"You know something don't you? Speak, child. Where. Is. Your. Mother." He seethed through his teeth.

"I. Don't. Know." I said beginning to lose my patience once again.

"It's not my fault that she was finally through with you crap! Blame someone else for your mistakes. Don't come complaining to me." I raised my voice while stabbing the waffle on my plate.

"Why can't you be more like your sister, child? Respect your elders." That old man doesn't have another person to compare me with? Would've been different if she was remotely good, but no.

"Oh yeah! Sure! I'll try to be more like Bethany! The younger bastard daughter of Tom Riddle and Bellatrix lestrange." I raised my even higher.

"Who, let's not forget, is an Azkaban! And for what reason you may ask? Oh let me tell you. Cause it's a good one!" I continued.

"She is there for not having enough brains to comprehend that maybe, just maybe, you should dump a bloody body, with dna of your own!  In a public place! And then you probably shouldn't have bragged on how you killed their victims to hundreds of muggles, oh and let's not forget how she even had the audacity to film and take photos to rewatch them and lead everyone right to you! Is that the sister you were talking about?"

He simply rolled his eyes. That old bastard.

"Or are you talking about Victoria?" I questioned him, and the room seemed to become even quieter than ever before, as if everyone is holding to dear life for their breaths.

"You do remember her, correct? No? Let me refresh your memory for you dear father." I stared him down, as he avoided to look in my direction.

"Victoria Cortez Riddle. Born on June 21, 1949, murdered by a little five year old me. Why? How could a little girl murder their 21 year old sister? And on her very birthday? I'll tell you something, this man, which is yourself. Tom!" I pointed everyone towards his direction, and for a slight second, I met his eyes, before turning again.

"What type of birthday present to five year old is that? Oh! Here dear! Here is a knife sharpened enough to slice through someone's heart!" I mocked him, as my eyes felt like they were about to explode with tears, but I just couldn't stop. It felt so good to let everything I bottled in inside me.

"Every day. Every damm  day I cry and have nightmares of that night. How you congratulated me. The only time you were ever proud me. 'You are now an official Member of the Riddle family. I hope you will always make me as proud of a father as I am today. Never forget this day. We eliminated a flaw.'" I repeated his exact words, as the tears began coming down and my voice slowly started to quiet down.

"So which sister do you want me to be more like? The flaw. Or the bastard child one?" I asked him before getting up from the table and leaving the manor.

It felt good letting it all out. I needed to go to the place where I felt the most free from the world. The place I should've needed it all.

My cliff.

I was standing at the edge of a cliff, looking down to see that the fall looked deadly.

And death was all that was on my mind.