Save Me. (Matthew Espinosa)

Chapter 23 - Betrayal

Lacey's POV

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." I look into Matthew's eyes. I have never felt so passionate about anybody in my life, and now my feelings for Matt are just getting stronger.

"Matt.." I can't even form words.

"I'm sorry Lacey, I should've waited." Matthew gushes, blaming himself.

"No, I'm glad you did." I give off a reassuring smile. He smiles back at me, securing his arms around my waist tightly and pulling me into his chest.

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Our fingers are intertwined as he unlocks the door to the room that he shares with Carter. He holds open the door for me, allowing me to walk inside first. I sit down on the end of his bed, dangling my feet. I watch as he aggressively searches through his bag, trying to find some more comfortable clothes for us to wear.

Soon, he hands me a folded pair of black sweatpants along with his white thumbs up tee. I clutch the clothing items to my chest as I walk into the bathroom. I slip off my tee shirt and leggings, replacing those clothes with what Matthew had given me. I fold my clothes and place them in the bathroom counter, walking out.

"You look so good in my clothes." Matthew winks. I blush, not even having to say a word. I watch as Matthew climbs into his bed, holding up the covers for me to slide in as well. I'm reluctant of his action, we just made up.

"I just want to hold you." he pouts. I roll my eyes, slowly approaching the bed, and crawling in. Matt immediately wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into his bare chest. I run my fingers over his slightly toned torso.

"Stop." he mumbles into my hair.

"Why?" I giggle.

"Because it tickles." he begins to chuckle. As much as the presence of Matt relaxes me, I can't find myself in a sleepy state. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to drift off, but it is of no use. I try not to wake Matthew as I wiggle around in his grasp, trying to get more comfortable.

"What's wrong?" his raspy voice startles me.

"Uh, nothing."

"Lacey.."

"I just can't sleep that's all."

"What's bothering you?" He situated us to where we are now facing each other, out faces barely seen in the dark room.

"I don't know, a lot of things I guess." I try to avoid his gaze, a nervous habit that I possess.

"You can tell me anything." he whispers, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"No it's nothing, I promise." I pull of a reassuring smile.

"I don't want you to keep anything from me, okay?"

"Okay, well I don't know, I've just been thinking about my dad a lot lately.. like I keep having these nightmares where he hunts me down, and h-hurts you and takes me b-back with him.. oh my god Matt what if that actually happened?" I say helplessly, trying not to cry.

"Well it's not going to happen as long as you're with me, I promise. Your dad is nothing more than part of your past, he can't hurt you anymore."

"But, I-I just have this uneasy feeling Matthew, I just can't help but think about it. It keeps me up all the time, and even when I am asleep it finds a way to slip into my dreams.. along with my mother."

"Why would you be dreaming about your mother?"

"I don't know.. it always ends up in her wishing I had never even happened," I start to cry, "she always tells me that I'm the reason that she died, that everything would be way better if ceased to exist."