Make me yours

Chapter 13

Hey guys, 

Be ready for a sad and deep chapter. I am really proud of this chapter and I hope you guys like it. Trust the process because what seems to be an end now is just a new beginning. I couldn't wait any longer for this part! So here it is, the TRUE beginning of the story and by this, I mean like the interesting part of this story. So, welcome!

This chapter starts with Mattheo telling his side of Livian's visit to his house, I wanted to try something new and I have to admit that writing Mattheo's thoughts was fun as fuck. Hope you guys like it. 

Have a good time reading it <33

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Mattheo

I am laying on my mother's old bed with my clothes on, just looking at the ceiling. The same ceiling she used to look at. It is dark blue and has white stars painted by her. I let my thoughts fly free on my mind, even tho I know I will end up missing her way too much and hurting myself, again. 

"I miss you, mom," I say out loud. I know she won't hear me but I like to talk as if she is here with me. I tell her somethings about my life. Not that she would be proud, she was too pure and extroverted to have a son like me, yet she loved me. I told her about Livian, a young woman full of light. I told her that they would get along pretty well and I believe that, in some aspects, my mom and Livian are pretty alike. 

My phone pushes me away from my thoughts. Ugh, I hate this terrible noise one day I will throw this shit away, it is not like I need this little device. However, when I look at the screen I remember why I keep it. It is Livian. 

"Heyyyyy, Mattheooooo," She literally screams to the phone. 

"You are drunk." I can literally smell her breath from miles away. 

"Indeed. You are a clever boy, you know that?" I do, thanks for noticing, Livian. 

"Why are you drunk?" She doesn't seem like the girl who gets drunk for no reason, it has to have a reason. 

"He broke my heart." The pain in her voice moves something inside me.

"Who?"

"James Baron." If that name didn't disgust me before it disgusts me now. How could he? How could he have that woman with him and hurt her? Suddenly my chest gets heavy and I feel a range for him. I can't explain and I don't waste time trying to. 

"I am going to kill that fucking bastard." 

"So you do care about me." She says. Do I? I don't know. I don't know what I feel about you, Livian Adams. I simply don't know. 

"I told you he wasn't good for you." I love to say this. The I told you so line. However, right now this causes her pain and for the first time, I regret using these words.

"I need to beat someone's ass. Can I come over?" There is no fucking away I am letting her fight drunk like that but I don't mind her coming over. 

"Yes, Livian. You can." The affection that left my mouth while saying this surprises me. I am not able to be kind. I have never been. I am politely correct not kind, not affectionate. But here I am saying things whit affection. 

I walk to the outside gate to wait for her. She quickly arrives walking leisurely with an empty vodka bottle in her hand. Her hair is messy and her T-shirt is misaligned showing me her bra lacy lace. Even drunk and careless she ends up looking pretty good. 

As soon as she comes closer I pick her up. I don't want her to walk drunk by herself. 

"Why are you always like that?" She askes after a few minutes of silence, looking at my face mindfully.