Freedom [Complete, 18+]

CHAPTER 1: A RUDE AWAKENING (KITTY'S POINT OF VIEW)

There are some unpleasant scenes of abuse in this novel so please keep this in mind.

Chapter 1: A rude awakening (Kitty's Point of view)

Forced awake, grunting as a heavy lump of a best friend landed on my chest I groaned trying to push his annoying ass off but failed miserably with my twig like arms. About the furthest you could get from a morning person my anger grew at the fact that Matt knew that perfectly well.

"Urgggg... get the hell off me or I swear I'll..." but I was at a loss of what to actually threaten and before I could even attempt to make some weak threat that he knew would never occur Matt fell off the bed laughing ridiculously hard. Afraid for Matt's skull at the bashing it took, I was about to ask if he was hurt when he glanced back up at me, his laughter growing even louder. He finally stopped, looking up at me after my prolonged silence when I had given up yelling at him to stop. I launched myself off the bed and landed on top of him, hitting his chest with all my might as soon as I had landed. He made no move to stop me, and just smiled under the blows as if they landed as light as a feather.

"Aww you look so cute like that, like an angry kitten, so cute," Matt muttered brushing my cheek with the back of his fingers.

The action and the look in his eyes made blood rush to my face, all the way up to my ears. I tried to hide my flushed cheeks by turning away only to have a warm, comforting hand that I knew could only belong to one person, cup my cheek and gently turn it back. My eyes met his shock filled ones, almost as if he didn't realise what he had just done. The silence seemed to escalate making me start to feel uncomfortable.I swore mentally, berating myself for continuing to read into things that didn't mean what I wanted them to mean, as I tiptoed dangerously close to falling over the line of friendship. I had told myself repeatedly that it could never happen, even if Matt had even wanted me in that way as I could never risk losing what they already had: a friendship so close and needed like breathing.

Matt was the only thing that I had, the only one who cared what happened. My parents if you could even call them that ignored me constantly, the odd "hi" was the best I would get ever couple of months when they came back from wherever they had been jetting off to that time.They probably wouldn't even notice if I was gone until someone told them. I was shy, awkward and clumsy as hell but Matt made me forget all that.

At school though it was a different matter, at school I was a loser with my head in a book. Who wouldn't prefer to be whisked away in a personal fantasy than the harsh reality of conniving high school bitches which sought to make everyone's life miserable?It would have been bearable if I had at least one person to talk to but unfortunately Matt didn't go to the same school since my parents had decided years ago that private school was the way to go no matter how much I had pleaded. They wanted to keep up appearances that they were the perfect parents always doing the best for their daughter. Well thanks a lot. I screamed and shouted but only inside my own head as I could never say anything like that to anyone for real, even to them, it was just too rude.

A cool breeze against my cheek broke me out of my inner monologue as it forced me to feel the loss of Matt's hand and face the now slightly awkward silence. A silence which only ever occurred after one of our moments that were becoming more and more common. I didn't know whether that fact was good or not as although they allowed me to pretend, each time it hit me harder that nothing more could become of it. Attempting to break the silence I asked a question despite already knowing the answer "why did you laugh?" pleading that I could maintain my serious tone and expression.

"I think you know the answer to that, Kitty..." he replied a slight smirk forming on his prefect cupid bow of lips.

No bad, don't think like that...but that nickname that he's called me for the past year, just made my spine melt ...very bad, now what else did he say?

"Do you need me to repeat that?" his smirk full on now.

Trying to prevent the furious blush that was trying to rise up my cheeks I responded in a fake shocked voice "of course not, I would never sleep with you!" causing a blush to form on his cheeks: a rare occurrence. Success! I screamed in my head.

"I..I um...I didn't" he spluttered and then cleared his throat loudly. "I didn't...um, never mind, I was just saying that your threat was very impressive and totally believable," his smirk now back as he finished his sarcastic speech. Huffing loudly I turned around and decided to go back to sleep not even caring that I was still on the floor. However, as my eyes closed preparing for that blessed feeling of sleep, I felt the muscles in his arms ripple as he ever so gently...bad girl, bad, bad, bad...slide under my body and pick me up.

Popping my eyes open I saw my ensuite door rapidly approach and I squirmed trying to break free. I knew from past experience that he would turn on the freezing cold water of the shower and prevent me from coming out until I had apologised to whatever I had done.

"I'm sorry, please just don't," I begged as he walked in still holding me, shifting me ever so slightly so he could get through the door. No bad, naughty girl, stop staring, but...no! I silently scold myself.

"And what may I ask are you sorry for?" he replied struggling to hold back a laugh.

"Oh I'm going to kill you," but before he got the chance to interrupt as he opened his mouth I added on sarcastically that "I'm sorry that I ignored you, happy now!"

"Very happy indeed" he replied in a terribly fake English accent and a smile the size of the Chrysler building making me laugh as it reminded me of Annie, my all-time favourite film. "Now get in the shower so you can get dressed we have to go somewhere, and no I'm not telling so stop pouting."

His words made the pout vanish from my lips before I even realised I was. He shouldn't even have been able to tell since his back was to me testing the water temperature. He grinned at my silent admittance and sat with his back to me on the toilet lid. He began leafing through one of his magazines that he had left, after keeping me company whilst I showered had become a habit ever since that day...

I shivered in disgust and checked that the window blinds were closed before I stepped out of my pyjamas and quickly hopped into the shower. The temperature was just perfect and before I knew it a soft moan escaped my lips as the warm water cascaded down my skin. I stifled it and hoped that it went unnoticed but I saw Matt stiffen out of the corner of my eye. I wonder why...hmm I mumbled in my head.

Putting it to the back of my mind I squeezed some shampoo into my hands, having decided to wash my hair in an attempt to wake up even further. As the fresh apple scent filled the room it reminded me how much Matt loved my hair when it was freshly washed. As I massaged some more shampoo into my long, brown or mahogany hair according to Matt, another moan escaped from my lips and I saw Matt stiffen even more. Shoulders and muscles clenching under his tight white t-shirt...bad girl.

Rinsing the lather out of my hair, the water temperature suddenly plummeted and I hurriedly stepped out of the shower only to realise that the towel rail was empty, in fact I couldn't see towels anywhere in the bathroom. Just as I was about to ask Matt to go fetch me one from another bathroom a few doors down, he turned saying "all done then, what..." His voice froze and I rushed to cover myself as he continued to stare, mouth moving but no words coming out.

I managed to stutter out a plea for him to get me a towel but he didn't even acknowledge me, seemingly struck deaf in a matter of seconds. I frowned in confusion as to his new condition, as he had seen many, better looking, naked girls before, far too many than I liked so why was he acting so strange. When we were younger we had even swam naked together in the river out back. The water was quickly evaporating from my body, causing shivers to rock through my body.

"Mat...tt.tt" I stuttered, teeth chattering.

It seemed to snap him to attention and he turned so fast that I'm sure he would have hurt his neck, exiting the room without a word. Alone in the bathroom dripping and shaking, I tightened my arms around me trying to keep in the little warmth that I had left. Slowly sliding down the shower screen, I curled up when he didn't return for several minutes. Shaking uncontrollably I was left regretting ever taking that stupid shower.