Hope you guys enjoy the new chapter!

If you check my main page you can see which stories I am working on, or at least the ones I'm supposed to be working on. I tried my best finding all the spelling, and grammar errors.

Edit (5/20/2020): A bit with Tom and Raven's conversation in the diner. He asks why she didn't go to Dumstrang when it's an all male school. Also a bit towards the end. Added a voice that she hears that will tie into a further plot that I want to do but didn't set up early enough.

Enjoy!

A Turn for The Worst

After being watched using the restroom, I could no long raise my head. I couldn't look Tom in the face and was past the point of enduring any more humiliation. Well, I won the bet. I grimaced, as if that would make any of this better. In the aftermath of it all I wondered why I let it go so out of hand. I should have told him I didn't want to do it, that I wanted to stop. I was always like this. I never said anything. Always letting other people make choices for me or letting them take the lead. Believe it or not, I did want to express myself and my opinions, but I was just too self-conscious of what other people would think. I didn't want to make others angry, or sad so...So I just stay quiet.

"I want to go home." I grumbled into my pillow.

Currently, I was in the room provided for me, and finally back in my own clothes. I had returned to my room, dead set on staying until it was time for me to go and trust me when I say I was catching the first train out of here. A few hours passed, and Tinker came to get me for dinner.

Besides myself and Tom, there were 7 other people who joined. Klein, Antonin, and Abraxus were the only other people I knew. The rest I've never seen before. The house was big, and usually when I'm here I stay in Tom's room, so it's no surprise I didn't recognize them. Honestly, I was beginning to wonder if Tom, Klein and Tinker were the only people here. They all greeted Tom with a bow, before staring at me with open curiosity.

"She's an important friend of mine." Tom answered their looks, to which they nodded and didn't press the issue.

He sat at the head of the table, with Antonin and Abraxus sitting on his left and right side respectively. I sat beside Antonin, and thankfully Klein took the open seat beside me.

Antonin grinned down at me. "Nice to see you, Raven."

"Yeah, you too." Even to my ears I could tell how far away my voice sounded. I just wanted to hurry up and go to my room.

"What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" He pressed, brow creasing in worry.

"Huh-oh-no, it's nothing. I'm just tired." I tried to play it off by telling half-truths. "It's been a long day."

"Hmm," Somehow, his 'hmm' sounded more understanding than it should be. Like he knew exactly what I was going though. Then again, he and Tom were friends. I'm sure he knew of Tom's...Uh...Hobbies. "Well just sleep it off. You'll feel right as rain by tomorrow. In the meantime, let's eat some good food!" As if on que, Tinker and two other guys came out with plates and pots full of food.

The various aromas filled the room and brought a small smile to my face. I gripped my stomach as I eyed each and every item they placed on the table. It all looked so good. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who thought so. Everyone at the table began loading their plates with such gusto, that I was a little scared to join in, but if I didn't there may not be any food left. Which wasn't that hard to believe, despite the continuous flow of food from the kitchen, as more people suddenly came rushing into the dining room, all of them greeting Tom as they entered. The few chairs that were open were quickly taken, leaving many of the others to take their meal into the living room across the hall.

Watching the people coming in, fixing their plate, and then leaving - presumably back to their rooms as the living room was already filled - I quickly became aware of the amount of people here. There were all sorts of characters here, both men and women. Many looked like typical gang members, while others looked rather normal. There were kids who looked as young as 10, and others who looked in their late 50's.

The once quiet room was soon alive with thunderous conversation as everyone fought to talk over one another. I was dumbfounded, unable to do anything but stare. It was such a 180 from the 2-person dinner I would have at home with Trent. There was so much going on that I didn't know where to begin. Suddenly, there was a rowdy cheer across the room.

"All right! The booze is here!"

"Hope it's not that weak shit from before!"

"Says the pussy who tapped out at the 3 glass!"

"Fucking bastard! I'll fucking drink you under the table today!

"Oooh, looks like Hanks going at it again! 50 bucks that he goes down after the 2nd drink!"

"Why does he even try, bastards a light weight."

"I'm getting in on this bet too!"

"Ugh, can't we just have a quiet meal for once?"

I had never heard such profanity at once in my entire life, and since they were all yelling I was sure a fight would break out any minute.

"Need any 'elp, lil'lady?" Klein asked noticing I have yet to eat anything. "Le' me know wha ya wan'." He took my plate before I could protest, and thanks to him I wouldn't starve the rest of the night.

"You, know…You look kind of familiar." An older gentleman sitting across from me mused. "Like I've seen your face before."

"Yeah, yeah I thought that same thing." This time it was a younger guy with a flaming red mohawk, and tattoos on the side of his head. "Broad's gotta familiar face! Maybe a movie-a something. Oi, you been on TV before?!"

"U-umm."

"Naww, that ain't it." Mohawk shook his head. "Damnit, now it's gonna fucking bother me till I remember!"

The older guy's eyes narrowed, now staring intently at me. I gulped and looked down trying to make myself as innocent looking as possible. Beside me I felt Antonin tense, and even Abraxus, who before now wasn't interested, now intently listening.

"She must just have one of those faces." Antonin chuckled attempting to relax the sudden tension.

"Hmm, I wonder about that." The older gentleman stroked his grey chin stubble thoughtfully.

"I got it now!" Mohawk suddenly chimed back in, "Do you work in Ichome!? Have we fucked before?"

"W-what?!" I shrieked, my face turning bright red.

The old guy then asked, "You, what's last name?"

From the head of the table there was a quiet sigh, however the weight of it settled over the entire room, somehow cutting through the noise. The two men badgering me with questions tensed, quickly humbling themselves. A new tension lay like a wool blanket over everyone and as I stole glances around no one seemed to dare even breathe. Even the drunken banter sobered up. It was suffocating, as though any wrong movement could be my last. Gathering a courage, I didn't think I owned, I chanced a look at the source of the discomfort - Tom.

I hadn't realized I was sweating until I felt it roll down my back, following a cold chill. Tom was smiling, but it was different. It wasn't an amused smiled, like when he was teasing me or his cruel one as he humiliated me.

It was devoid of any emotion, making him unreadable. After an eternity of eerie silence, he began to slowly speak, taking care to clearly enunciate every word. Every syllable. "Jake...Mr. Millaro-" Mohawk and the older man paled, "You are being very rude to my guest. I expected better of you Mr. Millaro."

"...Yes, Boss."

"And Jake, if you speak to her like that again, I'll personally ensure it you never fuck again."

If possible, Jake turned whiter, "Yes...Boss."

"This goes for the rest of you, pass this along. It's none of your concern as to whom she is. All you need to know is that Raven is friend of mine, so disrespecting her is disrespecting me. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Boss!" The unified response startled me.

"I apologize for my behavior earlier." The old gu-Mr. Millaro inclined his head.

"P-p-please except my apology, too!" Jake shouted slamming his head onto the table, and into his food in his over zealousness.

"Oh, umm, it's fine." I hastily replied, flustered by both the atmosphere and the sudden apology. The moment I spoke the tension began fading, the entire table visibly relaxed with Jake letting out a heavy sigh. As the conversations slowly started back up, I had the sinking feeling that if I hadn't accepted their apology things wouldn't have ended as they did.

"Raven."

"Y-yes?" I squeaked, staring wide-eyed at Tom. When he chuckled I felt myself relax.

'He's back to normal.'

"Please, enjoy the rest of your meal. Since you missed lunch, you must be hungry."

Having been reminded of the day's events I dropped my eyes to my plate of food, groaning to myself as I thought,

'Great...He's back to normal.'

Monday

"...Please...5 more minutes..." My mumbled plea was heard only by the dark and empty room. I blinked slowly at the unfamiliar ceiling and tried to think through my groggy state. With a groan of realization and I rubbed my eyes and pulled the covers back over my head.

On the bedside table an analog clock blared bright red numbers into my face. It read 6:03am. It was too early, so I closed my eyes to go back to sleep, but my body had other ideas. Despite the location, the toll of the day lulled me to sleep the moment I returned to the room. Well, if I wasn't going to get back to sleep might as well get ready.

It was around 7am when I finished my daily routine. Outside of my room I could hear movement and loud talking. It seems this home was quite busy in the morning, a stark contrast to my place.

A knock on my door made me jump. "Lil' lady, ya awake?"

Recognizing the voice, I opened the door, smiling up at Klein. "Good morning, Klein."

"Mornin'. I came ta get ya fo' breakfast."

I nodded and followed Klein back to the dining area. As we made our way down the hall I kept my head down. The reason? Everyone kept staring at me, some more openly than others. After last night everyone was interested in the girl that won Tom's favor. I'm sure they were curious. They were probably thinking of all kinds of things, and before long I wouldn't be surprised to hear all sorts of rumors about me. I sighed not looking forward to it in the slightest.

"Ya don't 'ave ta worry 'bout anythin' now Lil' lady. Now dat everyone knows ya a guest-a the Boss, no one-a mess wicha."

My eyes shot to Klein's face, not expecting him to say anything. Was he trying to cheer me up? I couldn't help but giggle at the thought. "Right, thank you Klein."

Suddenly, Klein stopped and moved in front of me. I stopped, confused, but then looked past Klein when I heard frantic footsteps heading for us. It was the mohawk guy – I kind of forgot his name -from yesterday! I tensed, and gripped back of Klein's grey shirt, fearing the worst. He was probably angry at me because of yesterday. Was he coming to take revenge? Ugh, I think I'm going to be sick.

However, completely shattering my preconceived notions, he stopped right in front of us and bowed a full 90 degrees. "Good morning!"

My jaw went slack in surprise, "Huh?"

Mohawk shot back up, staring earnestly into my eyes. I was taken aback by the intense look in his green eyes, but somehow, I couldn't look away. "I wanted to apologize again for my rude behavior yesterday! I shouldn't have said that!" He punched himself in his chest before declaring, "As the future right hand of the Boss, I hereby declare to protect his lady! Even if it means death."

Though the seriousness he ended his sentence with startled me, I was more stuck on what he said right before. "W-w-what!? No, um, y-you've got the wrong idea!" I frantically waved my hands, "Tom and I are just friends."

He laughed loudly, "Nonsense! Boss doesn't allow just anyone to call him by name! Oh, we haven't actually been introduced yet! The name is Jake Moran," He grinned, "Pleasure to meet you!"

I took a closer look at the guy. Seeing him now, he looked pretty young, possibly around my age. The sides of his head were cleanly shaved, leaving his bright red mohawk to take center stage, and showing off the tattoos on his head. His ears were pierced three times on each side, and on his right ear was a metal chain. When he was speaking I also spotted a metal tongue piercing, making me grimace in pain. His nails were painted black, and his arm had a few tattoos on them. One of them being a skull with a snake wrapped around it and coming from its mouth. I recognized the tattoo since I saw many of the people last night with that tattoo, and that symbol being the tale tell sign of a connection with the Marvelo Gang. Jake's clothes - which I admit fit him well - was biker inspired. He wore a plain white shirt, with a leather, sleeveless jacket and black pants.

'He looks like a straight thug. I don't think we'd ever get along.'

I glanced up at Klein, 'Then again...When I got to know Klein he wasn't as bad as I thought. I should give him a chance.'

I came to my decision with a firm nod, and gentle smile, "It's nice to meet you too. My name is Raven."

Jake grinned and punched his fist in the air, "Oh, yeah! Now I'm pumped-orrrraaaa!"

"Jake Moron, shut up. It's too early." Another guy walked up to us with a tired yawn.

"It's Moran! Moran!" Jake growled shoving his face into the new comer's only to be roughly pushed away.

"You're too loud, and too close."

I shifted a bit behind Klein when the new guy lazily looked at me. "So, you're the one causing all the commotion." He gave me a once over, before scratching the back of his head as if confused. Under his breath he mumbled, "I don't see the appeal. She's kind of normal looking...And probably more trouble than she's worth. I just don't understand the boss."

"Dude! You do know you're thinking out loud." Jake pointed out and the guy stopped talking.

"Was I? Well, at least I won't have to repeat myself."

Suddenly Jake tensed and made a show of looking around, "Hey, hey you better be careful talking like that. If Boss hears you, you might not live too long."

"Um..." I finally decided to speak up, making the two look at me. "Shouldn't we go to the dining room now?"

"Good call, I'm starving!" Jake shouted, and the other guy glared annoyed.

"Are you permanently set to 'annoyingly loud'?"

The two continued to bicker as they walked in front of us, and I silently observed the new guy. Out of everyone I saw he seemed the most normal. He had long black hair, pulled into a messy ponytail, and long side bangs. His eyes were a striking blue that gave me the impression of a clear blue ocean. Unlike Jake, his clothing choice wasn't as eye catching. He wore a simple light blue t-shirt, beige slacks and his indoor flip flops. He also looked around the same age as me as well. I wonder if they also attend the same school.

"Will you stop staring at me? If you have something to say, say it." The long-haired guy snapped making me jump.

"I-i'm sorry. I was just thinking, I don't know your name." I tried to smile to hide my embarrassment from staring so openly, "I'm Raven."

"Nanashi Yamagawa."

"Oh, you're Japanese?"

"Half."

It was hard to hold a conversation with him. He gave me short, gruff answers making it clear he didn't really want to talk to me.

"Geeze, Nanashi. No need to bite her head off. Be a little nicer." Jake then turned to me, "Don't take it to heart, he acts like this with everyone."

"Right." It didn't bother me, though. My father was much the same. "By the way, do you guys go to Hogwarts, too? We look around the same age."

Suddenly Jake laughed as thought told a joke, "School!? Haha! That's funny!" With a hand on his hip, a wide grin, and jabbing himself in the chest with his thumb he proudly declared, "I dropped out of school years ago!"

"Dumbass, that's not something to brag about." Nanashi shook his head.

"And you, Nanashi?"

"No, I graduated years ago. I'm in my final year of collage."

"Really? You look so young. I thought you were my age."

Nanashi smirked, "I am."

'So, then he must be really smart. I wonder if he could help me with some of my school work.'

Soon the four of us entered the dining room, and it was just as lively as it was the night before. Jake and Nanashi parted from us, and Klein ushered me over to the seat I had last night while shielding me from the growing looks. The moment I sat down Tinker waltzed over with a smile.

"Morning~!" She sang hugging me from behind. "Looks like you had a good rest, I'm glad."

"Yes, I did. Thank you."

"Dear, sorry about last night. As you can see we have quite the group here, but no one means any real harm." With a motherly smile she continued, "So I hope you can forgive what happened last night. I'm glad Tom stepped in, but it really shouldn't have gotten that far in the first place. Everyone is just cautious about new people who come here, I'm sure you understand."

I nodded slowly.

"Well, now that everyone knows you are a friend of Tom, no one should give you any trouble. If they do, make sure you let me know." She grinned, "I'll set them straight for you."

"Right. Thank you, Tinker." I smiled, "It's because of you that I can feel so comfortable here despite the circumstances. So, thank you for everything."

"Oh, not at all dear." She waved my thanks off with an embarrassed laugh. "Klein, dear. Make sure she eats enough."

He nodded, and Tinker left, easily melding into other conversations. As I watched her, I couldn't help but wonder just how long she had been here, and how she ended up here. Tinker just seemed too nice and caring to live in a place like this. Watching her as she interacted with everyone, she really felt like the mother of the group. Everyone treated her with respect and listened intently when she spoke. Now that I thought about it, even Tom seemed flustered and at Tinker's mercy.

Sometime while I was eating Jake and Nanashi came back over, and the three of us - well mainly Jake - talked until Abraxus entered the room. Jake, Nanashi and Klein stood and greeted him with a bow, to which Abraxus returned with a slight incline of his head.

"Raven," He called meeting my eyes, "I'm glad to see you doing well. Have you finished breakfast? The Boss would like to see you."

I nodded, "Yeah, I guess." I didn't think I was ready to face him just yet, but I didn't exactly have a choice.

After saying bye to the others, I followed Abraxus to Tom's room. I tried to steady my breathing and calm myself. The closer we got to the room the more I was dreading it. I gripped my shirt over my stomach to busy my hands and try to keep them from shaking. I wasn't ready to face Tom alone.

"Here we are."

I tensed and looked at Abraxus. I guess he was leaving now. What kind of face should I make when I look at him? What should I say? My stomach churned, and I was worried the breakfast I just ate would make a re occurrence.

"I'm coming in too, so you don't have to look at me like that." Abraxus sighed, pushing open the door and ushering me inside.

"Morning, Raven!" Antonin's voice boomed loudly from the room. He and Tom were sitting on the sofa but were now making their way over to us.

"Oh, good morning." I busied myself with the floor, unable to make eye contact. Though, since I wasn't alone made it better. I jumped back when I felt a hand on my face. Tom chuckled at my reaction.

"Are you ready to go?"

Confusion momentarily outweighed nervousness, and I looked at Tom in question. "Go? Go where?"

"Out." He pushed me out of the room, and casually laid his hand on my shoulder as though it belonged there. Abraxus and Antonin followed behind us.

"Um, exactly where are we going?"

"You did so well yesterday, I thought I'd treat you today."

I sent a worried glance behind me, and hurriedly whispered, "D-don't talk about that stuff in public."

He ignored me and continued the conversation, "There's a nice cafe in town. I'll treat you."

And that was how we ended up inside of a Hogwart House Cafe. It was a newer chain of Cafes that opened earlier in the year, so there weren't too many around. The cafe was themed to the Hogwart's Houses and every few months the decorations would change. Also, if you were a student at Hogwarts you would get a discount. It was my first time going to one and was pleasantly surprised upon seeing the Hufflepuff colors.

"This place is nice." I smiled happily, while being led to a table in the corner. Unfortunately, Antonin and Abraxus disappeared somewhere on the way, leaving me alone with Tom. Though, since we were in public I didn't feel so bad.

A waitress came over to take our order. It hadn't been very long since breakfast, so I ordered a simple scone and their Hufflepuff Delight; a cinnamon, apple and hazelnut tea. Tom ordered a scone as well, and a black coffee.

"Do you not like sweet things?" I asked before I knew I was speaking.

"Not particularly, no." He raised a brow, "What's that look for?"

"Oh, sorry. It's nothing." I looked down at the table. Tom always received gifts from the opposite sex on Valentine's day. I wonder what he did with all the chocolate. It was too sad to think that he just threw all the girl's hard work away.

"Here's your order. If you need anything else just call." The waitress smiled as she left the table.

"Tom, why did you bring me here?"

"You don't like it here?"

"Oh, no that's not it." I fiddled with my tea, the aroma calming me down and giving me a bit of courage to speak. "I mean...Our agreement is only for Sundays, and..." It kind of feels like a date, but I could never say that out loud.

"Did you already have plans for the day?"

"No, but-"

"Then what's the harm in two friends hanging out for the day?"

"...I guess..."

He leaned into his chair, smiling in amusement at my obvious discomfort. "Tell me about yourself."

Now, I wasn't expecting that. He wanted to know more about me? Why would he want that? Though, there was a part of me that also wanted to know a bit about him, too. When it came to a person like Tom you couldn't help but be curious, but that was like trying to pet a dangerous animal and hoping to not get bitten. I was content to letting his curiosity stay just that and not answer him, but I wasn't expecting his next question.

"How long have you played volleyball?"

"About 10 years now." Just the mention of the sport I loved so much had my mouth moving before I could think, and I had the suspicion that Tom anticipated my reluctance to share any more information with him.

"What made you so interested?"

"...Since...Since I was home alone most of the time I spent a lot of time watching T.V. Once, I saw a high school volleyball game, and ever since then I was hooked." As I recalled the memory I couldn't help but smile. "I practically begged my dad to let me join the community's kid's volleyball team. It was so much fun, and I met a lot of nice people there too. Actually, a few of them attend Durmstrang, and I occasionally see them at volleyball meetups. They've gotten so good, I'm actually a little jealous. I mean, they told me they get to play every day for hours. I would love to play as much as I want."

"Then why didn't you go to a sports school like Durmstrang?"

I hesitated. It wasn't that I didn't want to go, it was more like I couldn't go. Playing volleyball as a hobby was fine but trying to make a career out of something so uncertain was a waste of time. According to my dad, at least. I did my best to try and convince him, but nothing I said would change his mind. "Things just...Didn't work out."

"You said you have volleyball meetups?"

"Yes, I do." I answered, appreciative of the change in topic. "There are about 3 different groups that I actively play with. We even play in local tournaments." I took out my phone and flipped through a few pictures, before sliding the phone across the table. "This is from a tournament last year. There were 12 teams, so it was a larger turn out than we normally see. We won 1st place."

"You look like you enjoyed yourself."

I nodded happily, taking back the phone and staring fondly at the picture. "I did. We had a few tough matches, and I thought we would lose, but thanks to our determination we won. Oh, I know! You should join one of our meetups." Once realizing what I said, I went quiet. The more I spoke about volleyball the more relaxed and forthcoming with my personal life I became. Outside of Mary I didn't have anyone else to geek out over volleyball with and when Tom provided the opportunity I jumped at it. He listened so intently and showed genuine interest in everything I said. My excitement had reached it's peak that I invited him without thinking...But, he probably wouldn't be interested anyw-

"Then let me know when the next meetup is."

I looked up so quickly I felt a twinge in my neck. Did I hear him right? He would come? "R-really? I mean you don't have to."

"You don't want me to go?" He raised his brow in a teasing jest.

"It's...It's not that..." It was just strange to hang out with Tom outside of our agreement. Even this conversation felt surreal.

"Then it's settled." He flashed me a charming smile. The same one he gave to those girls at school. Somehow, I felt a little sad seeing it, but before I could dwell on the confusing feelings I shook my head.

"Ok. Then I'll text you." I couldn't help but think about the last time I played volleyball with him. He made me feel down that time, but I tried to keep hope that it would be different the next time.

There was a buzz from Tom's pocket, and he pulled out his phone. After fiddling with it for a while he looked satisfied. He suddenly stood up, and I watched him confused.

"You don't come this way often, right? Let me show you around the neighborhood."

"Ok." I answered and followed behind Tom. Despite my protest, Tom paid for our snack and then led me down the street. It was a nice neighborhood, like my own. Other than the time we followed Kat to a rougher part of town, everything seemed pretty normal. I did notice, however, that people kept staring at us. Well, more accurately, at Tom.

'He's popular where ever he goes.'

"Yes, but around here it's for different reasons." He chuckled, making me confused. It was then I realized I must have spoken out loud.

"What do you mean?"

"Look closer."

I did as he said and looked at those around us closely. The people around here seemed more afraid and made sure to maintain their distance. Some people tried to stare discreetly, and others avoided eye contact all together. Oh, but there were some who watched Tom in open admiration. As though he were a hero straight from a comic. I suppose it was an overall different atmosphere but - I met the gaze of a group of girls who weren't the least bit shy in their desire for Tom - it was still the same as at school. Their look turned into a sharp glare of discontent, and I quickly looked away.

"Isn't it tiring? Being stared at all the time?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, "Not really." He suddenly pointed to a small bookstore across the street called Dervish & Banges, "When I was younger I frequented that store. Though it's small they have some rare books you can't really find anywhere else." The corners of his eyes creased gently, and a small nostalgic smile fitted his lips. It was such a rare, and unguarded moment that I couldn't help but stare.

"Can we go inside?" I wanted to see the place that made Tom smile like that. It must hold a lot of good memories for him, and I found myself wanting to know what they were.

"I don't see why not." He replied, his default smirk back on his face. Tom smoothly laid his hand on my middle back and guided me across the street. The warmth from his hand spread across my back, and into my face. I snuck a peak at his face as we made our way. Being that handsome just wasn't fair. How was anyone supposed to focus with someone like him sauntering about? I felt my heart speed up in reaction to my thoughts, and I tore my eyes away before I was caught.

We soon reach the store, and Tom kindly held the door open for me. These small, natural gestures of his were enough to make my chest swell with warmth, and my mind whirl in confusion. Tom had so many faces, that I had trouble figuring out which was the real one.

The store had an old parchment smell, but it wasn't unpleasant. It was quite relaxing. Just as Tom said, the store wasn't very large, and there were only a few bookshelves. Scattered about were opened boxes with older and worn out books. The store also sold a variety of strange antiques, refurbished toys, and knick-knacks and the more I looked around the more interested I became. I bet my father would love this place. There had to be books here he's never read before -oh- and that pen looks really nice! He would definitely enjoy it!

"Well, if it isn't Junior!" A voice called out to us from the front counter. It was an old man, possibly in his late 70's, who called out and smiled as though a rare treat just landed in his hands. He was slightly hunched over, thin grey hair and a face full of wrinkles that multiplied with his warm smile.

"Mr. Banges, glad to see you're doing well." Tom replied, sounding quite sincere.

"Ho~ Ho~" He chuckled, "I've still got some life in these old bones of mine." His gaze then turned to me, eyeing me curiously. I took this as the time to introduce myself.

"Hello, my name is Raven. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Banges." I bowed politely, and Mr. Banges slightly nodded.

"To see such a beautiful young lady, it must be my lucky day Ho~ Ho~."

I blushed, not knowing how to respond to his compliment.

"What brings you here today, Junior?" Mr. Banges asks Tom, "Here to show off your little girlfriend?"

'G-g-girl f-friend!'

"You still have your sense of humor, I see." Tom chuckled lightly, "I'm showing her around and she was interested in the store."

Perhaps business had been slow, because when Tom said that, Mr. Banges' eyes lit up, "In that case, please have a look around. Ah, I have some snacks in the back. I'll bring them out for you both." Before we could say anything, Mr. Banges shuffled off behind a beaded curtain and returned a few moments later with a plate covered in cookies. "I'm sure you remember these, Junior. You used to eat them until you had a stomachache."

"I'll have to decline, I'm afraid. I don't have much of a sweet tooth anymore."

Mr. Banges' shoulders drooped, "That's too bad. How about you, Raven? Won't you try one?"

Not being able to decline the old man, I reached out for one and took a bite. "Wow! These are really good!" I smiled finishing the cookie and grabbing another. "It's sweet, but not too sweet. And the filling is so smooth and creamy."

"Ho~ Ho~, It pleases this old man to hear someone compliment me so much."

"Mr. Banges makes these sweets himself."

"R-really!? Thank you for sharing them with me."

"Not a problem. Now, please have a look around."

With his insistence, Tom and I perused the store. I found myself looking intensely at the books in wonder. There were books I've never even heard of before, some of them having been published centuries ago. It was a treasure trove. As I took my time to look around, Tom silently shadowed me. He would occasionally check his phone or make a comment about what I was currently looking at. After about 20 minutes of browsing, Tom began ushering me towards the door. However, I felt bad about leaving without buying anything and it was then I saw the pen from earlier. Seeing Mr. Banges so happy about selling something made me just as happy, and I was glad that I decided to buy it.

"I'm glad we went there. There are so many interesting things, and I even got to eat such lovely treats." I couldn't help the smile on my face as I examined my purchase. Mr. Banges even gave me a beautiful hand carved, wooden pen case. "I could've stay there for hours looking at everything."

"Then let's go by next time we have time."

"Yeah, that'll be great." Before I knew it I was getting swept up in his pace again. I checked the time on my phone and frowned. I even missed the first few trains, and at this rate I wouldn't be home any time soon. Well, it wasn't like I wasn't enjoying myself. If Tom was like this, I didn't mind hanging out with him.

"By the way, why did Mr. Banges call you Junior?"

"My father and I have the same name. He was Tom Riddle Sr., thus I am Tom Riddle Jr. I was often called Junior when I was a kid, however, nowadays there isn't a need for the distinction."

Truthfully, I was curious. I wanted to ask him more about his father, and where he was, but his eyes changed when he mention his father. I didn't see any hatred in his eyes, but it didn't seem like he cared much for him. What did he mean by that last sentence? Did his father move away? Abandon him? Or did he pass away? What about his mother? I don't remember seeing anyone who resembled Tom at dinner or breakfast. I didn't feel close enough to Tom to continue this line of question, so I changed the subject.

"I noticed that the guy has the same name as the store. Is it family owned?"

"Yeah, him and his wife opened the store decades ago."

"Oh! So, he and his wife run the store together? That's so cute."

"Actually, no. He runs it by himself. His wife passed away a few years ago from an illness. They do have children, but they are all off doing their own thing."

My shoulders sagged when I heard, "That's so sad. Why don't they help him with the store? If it was me, I wouldn't be able to leave my father like that."

"It's not our place to judge how another family deals with their affairs."

"I-i suppose, but-uh." I trailed off not sure how to reply to Tom's sharp words. I wasn't trying to pass judgment, I just thought it was sad. He was so happy when we came into the store, and when I bought something. I had the feeling he was lonely, and the thought of it made my chest hurt.

Tom continued to show me around, explaining the few popular hangouts in the area. When I made the comment of how normal the area is despite such a large gang living here, he laughed and said I was watching too many movies. Though he did say that there were a few places in the area that I should avoid, because the area was their turf no one dared make any trouble. It was strange how opposite everything was. Even though Tom's gang clearly did underhanded and illegal things because no one wanted to catch their wrath, this area was probably one of the safest places. Now that I thought of it, you rarely heard of anything too serious happening here.

Before I knew it, noon rolled around, and Tom offered to show me to a quaint little diner. After we ordered, Tom said I should go grab one of the tables outside and he would wait until our order was ready and bring it out. I nodded and looked for a table. Since it was lunch time, it was hard to find one, but luckily a group of girls were leaving. It was off in the corner, so Tom may not be able to find me, but at least we had one. I quickly scooted into the seat and sighed not realizing how tired I was. We had been walking for hours, and until I finally sat down I didn't realize how tired my feet were.

I didn't think I'd ever admit it, but I was having a good time with Tom. If I did have a complaint it was how casual he was with touching me. He would touch my back, gently guiding me, or casually tuck my hair behind my ear. At one point he even grabbed my hand, and all I could think about was how I hoped he couldn't hear my heartbeat. That and he didn't think my hands were too sweaty. Thanks to Tom I learned a lot about the town, and that many of the shop owners - which were often older men and women - knew Tom and would greet him happily. I felt like I was seeing a side of Tom that no one else knew about, and the thought of it made me smile to myself. I shouldn't feel happy over something so silly.

"That was fast." I said looking up, but my smile was soon replaced with confusion. "Oh, can I help you?" I thought it was Tom, but the guy standing in front of me was someone I didn't recognize. He wore a black hoodie, and black sweatpants. He had a young face, blond hair and a kind smile on his face that reached to his green eyes. Though I didn't know what he wanted, he seemed nice, so I smiled at him.

"Sorry to bother you, but you see, my friend over there," I pointed across the street to another guy who nodded shyly, "He thinks you're really cute, but he's too shy to come over. So, I was hoping you wouldn't mind talking to him for a bit."

I was flattered from the attention, but I couldn't just leave. "I'm flattered, but I actually can't right now. I'm sorry." I didn't want to be mean, but at this current time it was impossible for me.

The boy laughed my response off and pouted, "Come on, it'll only be for a few minutes." He casted a quick glance to the diner's door, before reaching out and grabbing my wrist. I wasn't expecting it, and he was stronger than he looked so when he pulled me up I stumbled slightly.

"I-i'm sorry, but like I said I can't." I tried to pull my wrist back, but the boy's grip tightened.

"Don't be like that," Though he was still smiling, his eyes narrowed haughtily, "My friend really wants to talk to you." He began to drag me away from the table.

It was at this point I began realizing something wasn't right. His bright smile didn't seem so innocent anymore, and I could feel a nauseating weight in the bit of my stomach. My heartbeat was loud in my ears and my eyes darted to the diner. Where was Tom? Why was he taking so long. I opened my mouth to protest but when I did, I could feel bile climbing up my throat. My eyes darted around in disbelief. I was out in public. There were people everywhere. All I had to do was scream or resist and surly someone would come help me.

I dug my heels into the ground and grabbed his hand to try and pry him off. "L-let me go." My stomach was churning so much, I really thought I would throw up. Memories of when this happened before with Trent flashed through my mind, and my knees trembled. "I-i'm here with someone...If...If I'm not th-there when he gets back h-he'll be suspicious."

"Oh, you mean Tom?" Was the boy's chipper reply, and my face grew pale. How did he know I was here with Tom? By now people were starting to pay attention, mainly because I was trembling so bad. This was my chance. Now that I had their attention, I could get some help and maybe this guy would give up. There's no way he would want to get caught. However, he suddenly moved close to me, false worry painted on his face. "Are you alright? You don't look so well. Maybe I should take you to a clinic, there's one close by."

"N-no, I-" My chest felt so heavy. It was hard to breath. Hard to speak. From other people's perspective the boy was taking care of me, so they began to lose interest and return to their own affairs. I could feel tears of frustration and helplessness beginning to form.

"Don't worry," He smiled, "I'll take good care of you." He pulled something from his pocket and suddenly a strange scent filled my nose. Everything suddenly began to blur together, and I swayed on my feet. Darkness was creeping into my sights, and no matter how I tried to fight it I was gradually fading. Before I could collapse the guy grabbed me, his false concern easily fooling those around us. Moment's later I was weightless and unable to do anything but entrust my weight to this unknown man. But before darkness took my last bit of consciousness a voice rung in my head.

'...Do not let fear be your crutch...observe...think...survive...'

Well, there you have it. After staying the night with Tom, she got a little taste of their dynamics of his home. As for the ending, I wonder what's going to happen to her. *hmm*

Hopefully she won't be sold off! Or dissected for her organs! Ugh! Oh, I hope Tom can get to her soon! Someone hurry and write the next chapter! Also, don't worry, I promise you! Promise you that Raven doesn't stay this way forever. She will get a backbone soon.

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! Comments, constructive criticism, etc is welcomed!