Crimson High (Completed)

Chapter Forty Nine

Heya mi magdalena💞💞
(My cupckae in Spanish... yes, you😘)

Just wanted to day a huge thanks to all those who've been with Crimson this far. Well, let's have fun while it lasts because this chapter is... Well, very hectic. Don't tear up yet😫😫

Before you rush into it....

I want to ask y'all to help me in anyway, get Chapter One to a hundred votes. We're currently at eighty which is really huge. Trust me. But help me share this books with your friends...🤗🤗 Would mean a whole lot to me!

And, thanks once again. This chapter is dedicated to a character, Chantelle. You may now begin.

Songs for this chapter are;

~ Lonely by Justin Bieber and Benny Blanco
~Memories by Maroon 5.

Picture of Chantelle above
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~°MATTHEW'S POV°~
(The entire chapter is in his POV)

Unlike every other regular day, I am awaken by the sound of a loud scream and I jerk out of bed in shock, slipping into my robe immediately and I rush down the stairs as fast as I can, into the kitchen where it seems it came from.

"Nanny!" I scream as I see her on the floor, blood slowly dripping from her hands as she looks up at me. "What happened? Are you okay? Let me see that," I kneel beside her.

"I - I don't know," she says and just then, Dad appears in a hurry, another lady just beside him and I widen my eyes in shock, disappointment and most of all, anger. Mum passed away and he's seeing some chick already? And he has the nerves to bring her home, in Mum's bedroom. No shame at all.

"What happened?" he asks, wide eyed.

"And who's that? Bitch, get the fuck out!" I yell angrily and Dad stops me before I can take another step forward. "What's the problem, Dad?" I yell. "What's that whore doing in this house?" I seethe, stressing the "whore" so it makes her flinch. I scowl, rapid breaths escaping heavily from my nose as my fists clench. How could he do this? To me, to Mum, to us. To the family...

"You keep your voice down, and show some respect to Tessa. She's gonna be your Mum soon - "

"Shut it! Not another word because this slut isn't living in this house, Dad!" I rage angrily. "How could you?" I whisper, my voice almost breaking down entirely.

I want to hit something so bad, crush something or even slice a knife against my veins. Anything to ease the anger I feel towards him. I bottle it all up and all the more I feel like launching right to his face and strangling his neck till he breathes his last breath. I want to kill home so bad.

"Matthew, upstairs to your room!" he orders and I gently help Nanny up, place a tissue around her injured finger and turn back to Dad who looks even more angrier now. I snort and hiss.

"You have to choose. Me, or this bitch!" I stare at him acidly, eyeball to eyeball and guts to guts. He doesn't flinch and trust me, neither do I.

"I said don't insult her, Matthew! You don't want me letting you go," he says and I hear her chuckle, kissing his beard drenched neck and I can only see Mum with regrets of marrying a coward like Dad.

"Unbelievable," I snort and brush his shoulder roughly, running upstairs immediately as anger pumps through my blood. I lock the doors and make hard wrenching fists, punching the walls angrily until my knuckles bleed and I can feel the pain so much I want to cry.