Hi again! I know this is an extremely short chapter, especially compared to the one I posted last night, but I wanted it to be short, and leave it on a cliffhanger, because I really want you all to get creative and think of what will be coming next. This is NOT the last chapter of Marcy and Toms story. This is far from over for them
June
Marcy was wearing a dark blue dress, and white flats. Her hair was down and she was waiting for what would be coming next. There was no point in settling herself down to read a book, just to be swept away to Toms dorm. Marcy had been under strict lock down since April. Speaking to Gregory was out of the question, Violet, Avery and Tom were the only people she could interact with. Leaving the dorm, for anything other than classes and eating resulted in a merciless beating. The last time she snuck out and Tom caught her, he bound her to the wall pounded her face, until she had black and blue marks running up and down her body. He would then fix her up so the damage wasn't noticeable and beg for forgiveness. And every single time, Marcy forgave him. Tom had seemed more relaxed now, considering testing was done, and there were tons of end of the year parties. Tonight Tom had been out with his friends, and Marcy knew he would be arriving home shortly. The door opened, and Mulciber stepped in first, followed by Lestrange, Avery and Tom. Marcy smelt the stale whiskey off of them and tried to tiptoe to Toms room.
"Marcy." Tom said summoning her to him, "Come here darling."
"Tom, I-"
"Marcy, come here." He instructed leaning against the couch, "Tell everyone, what you said to me last night, up in the dorm." Marcy had to think for a moment. Last night, Tom was frustrated with something and he was hurting her in some form, but what she said that was significant, Marcy had no idea.
"I don't quite know what you mean." The second the words left her mouth Tom pounded over to her and intertwined his fingers through her hair. Her brought his mouth close to her ear and spoke through gritted teeth
"You know exactly what I mean."
"I said," She searched desperately for something and then it hit her, "I said I would do anything for you to stop. That's what I said."
Tom laughed, "Anything. Poor choice of words on your part. Well, I found something for you to do."
"What are you going to make me do Tom?" She slowly closed her eyes, when she felt the tears burning the inside of her eyes.
"I want you to show these fine gentlemen just how much you appreciate me." They all laughed, except Avery, but he forced a laugh knowing he had to.
"Please don't do this to me, Tom." She pleaded.
"I believe you said anything. It won't be so bad. Just a kiss love." Tom reassured her.
"Just a kiss?" she said skeptically.
"More or less. It's not up to you, so I would get it over with now." Marcy nodded, and obediently wrapped her arms around his neck. She pushed up against him, but apparently that wasn't enough, and he pulled her even closer. It wasn't as bad as she was expecting, but Tom must have heard her thoughts because on cue, his hands began to wander and he became far too comfortable. Marcy began to pull away, but Tom bit down on her lip, and pulled her closer. Wolf-whistles and shouts of vulgar talk were erupting from behind her. His hands began to rake her more venomously, but Marcy kept still waiting for it to end.
"See boys! Can't stay away from me!" Tom shouted with a laugh. Marcy was a scarlet shade, and staring at her feet. Toms hand traveled down her back and he scooped her into another ferocious kiss and placed her back on the ground, "She's like my little pet."
"Tom why are you doing this?" She said with a shake in her voice, "I didn't do anything wrong." Tom ignored her though. The boys seemed to have extended their outing to talking in the common room. Tom sat down on the couch and they erupted back into conversation . Marcy began to silently go to Toms room, when he summoned her back. She stopped directly in front of him.
"Yes Tom?" She asked pleasantly.
"Come join the conversation." Tom patted his thigh, and Marcy sat down on his lap and leaned into him. this was her favorite part of the night, and this happened often. This was the one point in the night, where Tom was distracted, and to anybody looking at them, that didn't know the situation they looked like a young happy couple. Marcy put her head on his chest and listened to the grumbling of his voice.
'The school year is almost over. Only one more day and I'm free.' and before Marcy knew it, she was nuzzled up next to Tom and asleep.
Marcy didn't know what time it was, when Tom had picked her up from the couch and carried her to the dorm, but it must've been late. He placed her onto the bed, and slid off her shoes. He pulled off his clothes and put on thick cotton pants. He took out one of the white button downs he would wear with his uniform and pulled off Marcys dress, putting her in the button down. Marcy stirred and opened her eyes to face Tom. "You're sick." She spat maliciously. Tom placed himself on top of her and pinned her wrists to the bed.
"Why am I sick? Because I'm a teenage boy and I have certain cravings? Because I know exactly what I want and I'm not afraid to take it? Enlighten me, because I'm not sure." Marcy began to pull away, and wiggle out from under him.
"Get off." She demanded. Tom only leaned down farther and placed his lips to her ear.
"It could've been so much worse." It was that moment that Marcy broke down. The tears streaked her face as Tom pinned her to the bed and the sobs only got deeper, but she didn't say anything. "There's no use in crying. I feel no sympathy towards you. No sympathy at all, and crying will never get you out of this position."
"I have every right to cry Tom!" She yelled shrilly, "You took everything from me! I want to be away from you. I want to be far, far away from you."
"You never will be though. You're mine, and I don't intend on ever letting you leave."
Marcy shook her head in denial, "You'll never have me."
"I already do." Tom leaned down and smashed his lips into hers. Marcy thrashed as they made contact and threw her head in all directions, but couldn't break Tom off of her. "I know I say this all the time, but if you submit to me, you will live in complete glory. You'll never struggle, and you will be showered with whatever you desire."
"I'll be trapped. I would be a prisoner, and I would have to turn myself over to you." Marcy spoke with a voice, that sounded as if it was going to break, "I will never be happy with you."
"Who would you like to live your life with, huh? Who is it Marcy?" Tom demanded lifting her an inch of the surface of the bed.
"Gregory!" she shouted, immediately biting her lip. The back of Toms hand felt like concrete against her cheek, as it sliced her lip. Again he hit her, and then one after that and he seemed to be satisfied. He let go of her wrists and sat down next to her,
"You're bleeding." He stated, reaching out to help her.
Marcy, naturally snapped away from him and placed her hand on her lip, "I hadn't noticed." She retorted sarcastically and rather quickly, with a shaky voice.
"Would you stop being so thick, and allow me to mend it?" Tom said impatiently.
"I'll just go rinse it in the bathroom." Marcy did rinse it with hot water, and realized it wasn't as bad as she assumed it was. It was barely even swollen. She crawled back into his bed, and put the thin sheet over herself. Tom moved closer to her, and placed his arm over her torso. As much as she hated Tom, sleeping next to him wasn't so bad.
The next morning Marcy woke first and quickly got dressed. It was the last day, at the end of classes she would be leaving Hogwarts forever. In a way, she was sad. Hogwarts was what she looked forward to over summer vacation. It was a second home and leaving wouldn't be so easy. But it was also the home of her teenage torture. It was the place where she first met Tom. Once she was ready to go to the Great Hall and listen to the Headmasters end of the year speech, she woke Tom up.
"Good morning beautiful." He said groggily, pulling her onto the bed. Marcy gave a laugh to satisfy him and tried to get herself off the bed, "Where are you going?"
"Great Hall, aren't you coming?"
"Ugh, do I have to?" He groaned, standing up and pulling on his uniform.
"You're suppose to go, and I want to go. I'll doubt you'll let me leave without you."
"True." Tom deliberated for a moment, "Okay we'll go." They both walked out of the room together and down the steps. Many of the students were in the corridors, saying goodbye to professors and friends of theirs.
"May I go say goodbye to Angelina and her friends? I may not get another chance."
"Of course, I'll be with Mulciber and Lestrange if you need me." Tom said as he walked away.
"I won't." Marcy whispered, and Tom seemed to have heard her because he laughed. She shifted through the crowd until her eyes landed on Angelina, Ursala and Caitlin. "Hello." She said with a smile. Angelina turned around first and immediately hugged Marcy. Ursala and Caitling followed. Marcy made sure not to touch them, and kept her hands firmly on their shielded backs.
"We're going to miss you Marcy." Caitlin said, and the other two nodded in agreement.
"I'm not going to be far away, and over the summer if it's okay with your parents you should all come stay with me. I'll be in London for some time, and then I'm moving around. I might visit Gregory in Scotland, but all of you should come and visit me. I'll take you out shopping." Marcy said with a big smile.
"That would be amazing! Can we really!" Ursala said with amazement.
"Of course! I'll have guestrooms."
"You're the best big sister ever!" Catlin shrieked, fixing her glasses, "It's going to be the greatest summer yet!" With one final hug goodbye Marcy drifted back to Tom.
"May I go say goodbye to more people?"
"Sure, but be back soon so we can find reasonable seats." Marcy nodded her head, and walked through the thick crowd trying to find Gregory. Her eyes settled on him, and she ran over to him.
"Gregory." She whispered. He turned around and without a second thought gave Marcy one of his award winning smiles, "You're not mad at me?"
"How could I be even slightly upset with you? It's not your fault, it's Riddles. Over the summer when you're away from him we will see each other."
"Of course." Gregory never failed to make Marcy feel better about the situation, "I'll visit you."
"Yes, now before you're time away runs out go say goodbye to more people. I'll see you on the platform. Maybe we can sit together?"
"You know I would love to but-"
"I know, Riddle won't allow it, but you're never going to see him again after this, so when will he punish you? He won't get a chance." Gregory assured her.
"I'll try my best." And she walked away towards Violet and Hannah. Marcy said goodbye to all of her professors and all of the Hufflepuffs she had bonded with. Marcy knew her time was running out and when, a shot of pain surged through her arm, she went back to Riddles side, and they walked to the Great Hall together. The speech went something like "The staff of Hogwarts including myself, would like to bid the seventh years fair well and good luck wherever you choose to find work and settle down." Then Marcy blanked out and fell into her thoughts. She only caught the end, "Hogwarts will always welcome you back with open arms." And after that, the feast began.
Marcys trunk was packed and she was completely prepared to go onto the Hogwarts express. Tom separated Marcy from himself and his cronies to talk about matters Marcy couldn't hear. Tom finally dismissed them and walked over to her. "Will you sit with me?"
"Just you? Or will I have to make you look good in front of your friends one last time?" She snorted, crossing her arms.
"Just me." Tom reached into his pocket and handed Marcy a small vile with blue liquid in it, "This is the antidote. It will only hurt for a moment, and then you should be able to give handshakes to any folks you wish."
"Thank you, Tom." Marcy downed the liquid, and it felt cold. It was more painful in her chest, and it felt like a snowball had lodged in her esophagus, but the pain quickly subsided. Marcy looked up at Tom and smiled, "May I go say goodbye to Gregory once more? And then I will sit with you."
"Y-you will? And sure, I'll go find a cabin." Tom boarded the train and was out of sight. Marcy raced through everyone, and finally saw Gregory about to get on the train with his friends. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek.
"I'm going to miss you more than anyone." She said exhausted.
"We'll see each other again." He assured her, "We won't be too far away from each other." She nodded her head, and boarded the train with him walking down to find Tom. He was sitting alone, in the same cabin they had met in. Marcy debated with herself, if he had purposely chosen this cabin or it was a coincidence. Marcy sat down across from him, and folded her hands in her lap.
"What are you going to do when you get back to Ireland?" Tom asked, as the train left the station.
"My father reserved an apartment for me in my village. I'll find a job, and begin paying my rent. My father and mother will spend a couple of months deliberating on someone for me to marry and then I will probably move in with them. I want to travel while they decide though. Visit different countries in Europe. Then I'll find a steady job, get married and live the rest of my life." She finished, "What about you?"
"I don't have quite the same idea as you. I'll take my fathers' mansion, and then we'll see from there."
The train had arrived on platform 9 ¾ and Tom and Marcy had walked off together, grabbing their baggage. "I'm sure you're thrilled to be getting away from me." Tom said with rolling his eyes, "I know you are, so no need to pretend you're not." Tom reach forward and removed the necklace.
"You won't be able to find me anymore if you take it off." Marcy said in shock. Tom ignored her and leaned forward, kissing her gently. When he pulled away, there was something missing about him. He was his usual confident self, but rather looked like a child that had been punished. It was sad seeing him like this.
"Marcy, don't forget me, understand? Just please don't stop thinking about me. Burn me into your memory, because I will see you again. I promise we will see each other again." And then he walked away and out of sight. Marcy thought about what Tom had said. The question was, would she see him again? Impossible. She was just a toy for his boring teen year at Hogwarts. He would never actually want to see her, and he most certainly would not go looking for her.
…would he?
Not the end yet!