☆|Tom Riddle

You had been very close friends with Tom since you were children through your adolescence; despite him always being distant and cold with you, he took care of you. The problem was that you always had bruises, as you were abused by your parents, and there was something he kept asking you about that you refused to tell him, just like today.

"—Who is hurting you so much?"

He said, looking at you while sitting on his sofa, analyzing every one of your bruises.

"—It's better if you tell me."

He said, standing up and grabbing your arm, squeezing it slightly; his grip was angry.