as the world caves in; mattheo riddle

"Well, sweetheart, I never claimed to be a saint."

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I didn't sleep at all that night, tossing and turning as his words rang through my mind repeatedly. I truly didn't want to believe him, but he knew too much to be lying. And it fucking hurts. Not only to hear the truth, but to learn that Mattheo and his father have pretty much plotted my death.

Before I knew it, my alarm began to sound, sunlight slowly creeping in through the windows. I let out a loud groan as I turned over, desperately hitting the alarm to get it to stop ringing.

"Amora, darling, it's time to get up." Pansy's voice making me stir.

I turn towards her, dark circles evident under my eyes as a result of my restless night.

"Pans, I really don't feel good." I groan, resting my head against my pillow.

She looks down at me with a worried expression, immediately coming over and sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Baby, what's wrong?" she asks.

"I'm just exhausted." I reply, running a hand through my hair.

She gives me that 'don't bullshit me' look in return.

"I swear I'm fine, I just need to rest." I say.

She gives me a half skeptical-worried look before reluctantly agreeing and leaving for breakfast. That was one thing I loved about Pansy. She would drop anything she was doing if I needed her.

I let out a sigh as I turn over in bed, my sleeplessness beginning to creep up on me. My eyes feel heavier as I feel myself drift off.

After what felt like only a few minutes, small creek in the floorboards startles me, my eyes snapping open. My breath feels shallow in my chest, on high alert.

I sit up in my bed, resting my head against my headboard. I turn over slightly, a startling yelp escaping my lips as none other than Mattheo Riddle steps closer. I move as far as I can away from him on my bed as he stands there, observing me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I shout at him, but he doesn't flinch.

"Shhh. Not yet." he replies softly, bringing a finger to his lips.

My heart beats faster in my chest. I tear my gaze away from him, turning to the other side as I notice someone else.

"Mom?" I say, furrowing my brows in confusion.

She steps over to me, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"It's gonna be alright, Amora. I promise." She replies, placing a hand on my knee.

My eyes snap open, suddenly returning to reality as I jump up. I press my hand against my chest, trying to sooth my rapid heart as I sit up in bed.

It was just a dream.

Just. A. Dream.

I close my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as I slowly sink back down. I lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling as I think.

I don't know what the dream meant, but it left me with a terrible feeling in my gut. It was strange, I've had vivid dreams before, but this one felt so real. Nothing made sense to me anymore.

I let out a sigh as I get up, finally getting ready for the day. I examine my reflection in the mirror, the sleep depravation obvious on my features. I cover up the evidence with a bit of concealer and my usual eyeliner and mascara.