On The Hill

Chapter 25: Her worst nightmare

"Would you like a drink?" Arya's dad looked, trying to be polite but was finding it fairly difficult.

"Yeh I'll have beer if you got some" he spoke, sitting on the chair, basking in what little sun there was.

"I- is that going to be ok with your parents?" Mum asked, waiting for a response.

"Yeh they don't know I drink, as long as you don't tell em" he laughed, opening a can of beer handed to him.

"It's so unexpected to see you here, how long will you be staying with us?" They changed the topic.

"Well for as long as your here"

"Oh, I see"

Their faces tensed but his didn't, instead he sipped the beer, man spreading in the seat, waiting.

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Arya hurried back, thoughts convulsing in her mind, she had an idea of what she'd be running into but hoped it wasn't going to be true.

She ran, as much as she could, with storm following behind. She'd been so concentrated about getting back she hadn't realised she'd left storms lead back in the forest. Luckily he'd just follow her where ever and it wasn't a problem.

Reaching the bridge, Arya had to stop. Gathering not only the last of her energy but her thoughts. Usually in situations like these she would over think things and get herself worked up over nothing but this time felt different, on the phone her dad sounded different, more on edge. The conversation ended abruptly and it didn't sit right with Arya.

The caravan site was pretty quiet the last couple of days, so Arya made her way past empty spots and silent pathways. This lack of energy just made her more concerned, there weren't many things that would be waiting for her when she got back but one of those scenarios stuck out in her mind. God, she prayed is wasn't that.

As soon as she turned the corner, the view of her caravan was in sight and her heart sank. Further than ever before, of course this one time she didn't want her instincts to be right, there were.

She wanted to colapse then and there, she wanted to cry and scream at the same time. Her legs had not only gone weak but numb too. He found herself forcing her legs to take each step as the came closer to her worst nightmare.

It was like walking in a different body, to someone she didn't know. But the truth was she knew him very well and he was the very thing Arya did not want to see.

"Arya finally your here, we were wondering where you were" he spoke, getting up from his seat with one of her dads beers in his hand.

"Matt what are you doing here?"

"Aren't you happy to see me sweetheart" he cooded, hugging her with his free arm.

"Aw were you taking the dog for a walk?" Matt lent down to pat the said dog. Storm had ran back into the caravan before he could touch him.

"I-" Arya's body froze up as she looked at her parents who glared at her bewilderment.

"I know your speechless and since you weren't answering my texts or calls I thought I'd come make sure you weren't up to no good" he smiled, wrapping his arm around her neck.

She just stared unable to do anything, powerless to Matts manipulation. It felt like she'd just been strangled by some sort of snake and slowly but surely it was killing her.

Matts presence just made Arya miss Robin more, wanting to see him and have him close but really it wasn't him. Robin had never been named her "boyfriend" but Matt had and that was the truth Arya had to now face. Come to think of it, it had been so long since they had first started dating that Arya couldn't even remember why they started going out.

"So what have you been up to, isn't much to do here. I was thinking..." Matt turned to Arya parents who were now going back to what they were doing before Matt had arrived.

He lent closely to her ear,"my brother said there was a pub round here that would serve us alcohol and" he paused smiling menacingly,"they deal some weed".

She looked him in the eye, her face filled with disgust," and you want to go there?" She asked him.

"Of course, I got my brothers fake ID so?..." he waited for her answer, smiling as he thought he knew the answer.

Not only had Matt just come and ruined Arya's entire holiday but he now wanted to make it all about him and get her in trouble while doing so. She left every emotion flow through her in those moments, anger was the most prominent one. If the circumstances were right she'd kill him then and there.

"...no I'm not going with you just so you can get high and drink whatever you want with a fake ID Matt" she looked at him, watching his face change, maybe it was a bad idea saying no to him.

He frowned, staring back at Arya's face. "You don't want to do that?... fine we won't" he released his face back to a smile, rather oddly.

"Really?" She stood confused.

"Yes if you don't want to then we won't" he answered calmly.

"Thank you" Arya sighed, taking a deep breath. Well that was one possible outcome sorted, now to worry about what to do with Matt for the next, however long he's going to be there.

"You know talking to me is better than ignoring me, I don't like it when you go silent, I worry" the words that came out his mouth sounded like someone else, how could a guy change mood so quickly? It was hard for Arya to keep up with it all, mentally it was very difficult and he'd not even been there a day.

He pulled her into a hug and kissed her, Arya tensed at his touch, it felt frigid and uncomfortable, not how she liked it...