Pity the living- slytherin boys

The astronomy tower

*warning: mentions of hitting, abuse, fighting.*

"Detention on the first day?" I just stand there, my hands leaning on the railings, trying to ignore Tom.

Tom and Mattheo come to each side of me, Mattheo takes out a box of cigarettes.
He puts one in my mouth and lights it up.

"So... Murphy? Why the fake name?" I ask.

"We thought it'll be better." Mattheo answers.

"Who is we?" I keep questioning.

"Dumbledore, the people loyal to our father, and us." Tom replies.

"Got it." I blow out smoke as I speak.

"What's going on between you and Nott?" Mattheo now asks.

I chuckle a bit at his question, feeling bold.  "Why do you care?" I hear his breaths hitch, he bites the inside of his cheek, stopping himself from getting too angry too quickly.

"Answer the question Alice" Tom speaks up, looking ahead at the view.

"It's none of your business asshole." Suddenly Tom grabs me by my waist, pushing my hips harshly into a wall. I groan in pain, I kind of regret ever speaking now.

"Don't speak like a brat" he grips my waist tighter, he pulls my hips off the wall just to push me right back to it, much harder this time.

Somehow even with the fear, my confidence is still high up. "Fuck you Tom!"

He shakes his head;"you're gonna regret this." He pulls out a knife, same as Mattheo had earlier today.
He pushes the knife to my throat, giving me a small cut.

"I'll ask you again, darling," Mattheo starts talking, "what's going on between you and Theo?"

"Nothing! Nothing is going on between us! Bloody hell, we are just friends. What's your problem?!"
Tom let's go of me and I stumble to the floor, "why do you even care?" I ask.
They just stay quiet, shit. Why are they so quiet? Fuck this I'm leaving.

I head towards the stairs but Mattheo grabs my wrist, not letting me go. He turns me around towards him. Then, he swiftly turns me back around like some choreographed dance and grabs my waist with one hand while the other hand is on my throat, slightly chocking me.

"Don't ever leave before one of us tells you you can. Understand?" He whispers in my ear.

"I'm not your bloody slave Riddle."
He pulls my arm and pushes me into a wall, AGAIN. What do these guys have with pushing people into walls?

He grabs both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them on the wall above my head. His other hand is on my throat again, chocking me much harder this time.

"Don't say that name, Alice."

Shit he is really angry, I can't get out of this situation now so might as well; "Make. Me. Asshole." I say sternly, not caring about the consequences. It can't get much worse right?

Just then, the hand that was on my throat goes up to my cheek, slapping me hard across the face. His other hand that was still pinning my wrists holds me up as my face falls to the side and I start coughing. I spit out and blood comes out my mouth. Bloody hell.
Mattheo lifts my head up to look at him. He moves my hair from my face to behind my ear and curtsys my cheek lightly. He looks calmer now. It's crazy how he could be angry one second and calm the next.

I move my head to the side so he'll move his hand from my cheek. Tom is to our side, playing with his knife and grinning. That god awful grin of his.
Mattheo then wipes the blood that was apparently on my cheek onto my shirt.