heartache - mattheo riddle

1

amirah norwood
~
i've always hated mattheo riddle. everyone knew it.

the way he calls me names or throws notes at the back of my head in class, even occasionally tripping me for a laugh.
there was nothing to like about him.

i couldn't stand him.

but as much as i despise him, i have to see him every other day because my father works very closely with voldemort, and not to mention i used to see the moron at school everyday. it was a nightmare.

i lay on my bed, reading the last ever letter i got from my mother before she was killed.

hi lovie,
i will be home as soon as i can. i'm sorry it has taken so long, but work has been very busy, these muggles are quite a handful. i love you and miss you lots.
i promise i will see you soon. stay safe and out of trouble <3

i read the letter over, and over again.

it's been 3 months since i got the phone call that she was killed, and life isn't even close to the same.

it doesn't hurt like it used to. i can no longer cry, or show any emotion at all.
all i feel is anger and guilt.

i can't help but feel guilty for being so angry at my mother for choosing work over her family, even if it wasn't her fault.

i didn't write back to her for weeks because i was so upset with her and after a while i got to what i didn't know would be the last letter she ever sends me

my father alastor norwood on the other hand has been mentally exhausting for the months that my mother has been gone

he screams at me for hours on end, doing all the things that my mother forbid him to like hitting me out of rage or practicing harmful spells on me. he also recently banned me from hogwarts because 'there is nothing i will learn there that he can't teach me himself'

there was a meeting with voldemort tonight and it was being held at our manor. 'dress formal, not slutty, but don't be fully covered' i repeat the words that my father had said to me earlier

i stand infront of my wardrobe and pull out a long sleeve, mini-mid black dress. once i get changed into it and look in the bathroom mirror, examining myself

i decide that a gold necklace will match, as well as black leather boots

i finish off the look by straightening my hair and applying some light makeup

'AMIRAH!' i hear my father scream from downstairs

i rolls my eyes, and spray some perfume on myself as i walk out the room and downstairs

'what?' i ask, pissed off with him

'make yourself useful and open the door for our lord.' he seethes

'you called me down to open a door?' i scoff and i roll my eyes and walk towards the front door

'watch yourself girl.' he says through gritted teeth

i ignore my father and open the door for voldemort and the other guests who were impatiently waiting outside

as the door swings open, voldemorts face went from angry to confused when he sees that it's me who's opening to door