Till You Come Back Home

chapter 4

Matthew Taylor. Matthew Taylor. It was him calling. I couldn't believe it.
"Hey, Billie," he said quietly.
"Hello, Matt," I mumbled.
Matt was my boyfriend.

We'd started dating days after we'd just been acquainted. I guess it was too fast but nevertheless, he was a good guy. When he wanted to be.
Plus I truly believed I did have something in my heart for him.

He'd done a few regrettable things to me in the past year we had dated so Nia didn't like him. I told her he'd change but she wasn't buying it. That was the first time Nia and I were actually serious about something. We almost fought over it.

But I didn't blame her. Not many people actually did like Matt. He had a short temper. A very very short temper. He got so angry so quickly, sometimes it was absolutely scary.

He'd been in and out of prison because of some drug offences and violence, petty petty fights but about a month ago, he was caught with heroin in his locker and was sent to jail. His parents bailed him out but sent him to rehab. I'm guessing he was done now. Or he was just fed up of it and wanted to stop.

"I missed you." I mummbled quietly .
"I missed you more," he sighed.
I smiled as I took a seat on a dining chair.
"How was it?" I asked him. Not wanting to mention the actual word, rehab, in case he got mad.

"It was bogus. I'd rather sleep in hell," he joked .
I laughed.
"I didn't want to continued anymore though, rehab isn't going to help me. I'm happy the way I am," he said .

"But don't you think rehab would help?" I asked.
" I mean, you sort of -" he cut me off as I was talking.
"Why are you saying that? You've never had a problem with the way I act, why now? Or is it because you're staying with Riley?" He yelled.

" No, Matt, it's nothing like that, " I confessed.
"I'm not stupid , Billie. I wasn't born in a barn," he yelled.
" You thought I didn't know? I know everything about you because I love you. You couldn't even call me when I was suffering here. If I find out you're fucking cheating on me with Riley, you're fucked because I'll do more than a black eye and a few bruises, " he yelled then hang up just as I was about to defend myself. He said the last part so quietly it was barely above a whisper.

I didn't even realise I had stood up. I was shaking and filled with goosebumps.
I turned around to leave when I found myself face to face with a man. A tall muscular man in all black.
I thought Matt had sent someone to abduct me or the guys that took Mr Fisher had come for me too. I screamed as I started to run. I was still in a towel with my wet hair dripping down into my head and eyes, nearly blinding me.

"Anderson?" I heard and then someone grabbed my arm . Either the grip was too tight or this was a strong man. Making me scream even more.

I looked at the man and realised it was just Riley.
"Let go of me!" I yelled as I pulled away from his grip. I was ashamed and hoped he hasn't heard anything from my conversation.
"What're you doing here this late?" I demanded .
"I'm not the one standing here practically naked on a phone call," he snapped.

That turned the fear I'd been feeling into anger. I raised my hand to slap him clean on the jaw, and hopefully break it, when he caught my arm mid way.
"Don't be stupid," he mummbled smuggly .
That turned my anger to embarrassment.

I pulled away from him and took a few steps back. I needed to breath and think. Again!
I started to walk past him, thinking about how I'd rip his long sleeved stupid shirt off his stupid muscular self and tear him apart, when he said,
"Oh, and tell your boyfriend not to worry. I wouldn't even have nightmares of getting into the same bed with you." He said coldly.

I turned back to look at  him and his then, a drop of water from my hair fell onto my eye and got trapped in my eyelashes. I didnt even blink. I just looked at him.
"Fuck you too, Riley." I said and wrapping the towel, more tightly around my body, I walked upstairs.

I met mum on my way to the room.I
"Mum? I thought you were sleeping?" I asked.
" I heard screams! Are you okay? " she asked.
I sighed.
"Yes, I am. Riley just scared me. You can go back to bed, " I said . "Oh okay then," mum sighed.
"Sleep well," I mummbled . She nodded and got into her room.

I dressed up and got into my bed thinking about everything that has happened. It all ended with me blaming myself for everything. How I wish I could turn back time.

The next morning, after I'd taken a shower, I was brushing my teeth and got a glimpse of my pierced nipples in the mirror.
I froze. Honestly, I loved my piercings, all of them. Especially the daiths and the four lobe ones but another pair I loved were my nipple piercings. At least I used to like them.

The first time Matt and I had sex, he told me he was turned off by all my tattoos and piercings. He asked me to have them removed and even offered to pay a quarter of the price. I refused and when I did, he got mad and tried to pull them out. The nipple piercings hurt like hell when he did that. Even my ears.

I just thanked God we hadn't had sex when I had my back piercings. He told me he'd cut my piercings out with a knife. He later told me it was a joke but that joke stayed with me. There are days when I seriously consider having all my piercings removed and all that but Nia always talks me out of it. She always tell me that those make me who I am and if Matt can't see it, then he's a bigger arsehole than she imagined.

I don't know where I'd be without her.

I looked at the line of pins in in my ears and wondered what Matt would say because I'd added one more piercing to my lobe.
I sighed as I finished brushing and went straight to straightening my curls.

I quickly dressed up and headed downs where I found mum in the dining room having breakfast and Riley looked like he was on his way out. Red bull in hand. I hated him. I really honestly did.

We heard a knock on the door and Riley opened it and a police officer appeared.
"Neighbours reported screams in the middle of the night. Is everything okay?" The man said eyeing Riley and I . He was stupid if he thought what I thought he was thinking.

"Sorry, sir, it was me. I got frightened by something last night," I confessed.
" Are you all okay then? Are you sure it wasn't anything worth looking for. No need for me to check around? " he asked.
" No, officer. I just thought a demon had grabbed me, that's all. " I said.