Disallowed ⇔ Matty Healy

Chapter 13

I get to Della's bedroom, in a panic and out of  breath. I listen in, through the door. Needing to be sure before i go storming in her room like a tornado. I don't hear anything, It's silent.

It all makes sense now. The new dress. The underwear. Make up. I thought curiosity had just gotten to her. She's too young to be buying sexy, erotic stuff like that. She's fifteen for god sake. She shouldn't even be thinking of doing anything like that yet. Let alone doing it. What's the rush? There's a legal age for a reason.

I don't even know if this has happened before, or if this is a first. To be honest, I don't know which would be worst.

I mean, i could of blown this all out of proportion. This may not even be the case here. But why else would she of dressed like that. And buying what she did earlier. As well as the state she got herself into with drinking. Plus, adding on the fact them both being up here, now. Alone.

Guilt hits me. The fact i feel i should of guessed, and some how stopped it... sooner - bothers me.

I thought the fact I'd caught her eyeing that fucking underwear up earlier, in the shop, would of put her off. Made her embarrassed enough to not be buying anything like that.

I don't hang around anymore. The more i wait, the more angry and agitated i become.

I push her door open slightly. Noticing the bedroom's dark, apart from the light shinning through from out here. Her bed covers a mess. Then i spot her, knelt up at the top of her bed "Don't come in!" she speaks out, rushed and sounding terrified. Before trying to straighten her covers up in a panic.

I freeze. I panic myself. Now hearing her crying and seeing her freak out.

The bathroom door suddenly gets thrown open. My head snaps to that direction.

I close her bedroom door quietly. Keeping my eyes on the little fucker as he heads for the stairs, non the wiser I've seen him. And i know what he's done.

"Oi!" i spit, already heading for him. Anger, boiling my blood. Seeing nothing but red!

"Hey, listen man" he backs up, holding his hands up, trying to show his innocence. Still heading for the strairs. I know he's going to make a run for it.

He's sixteen. She's fucking under age!

"Shut up!" i snap.

"It's not what you think" he tries reasoning with me.

He thinks I've got this wrong. More so, he think I'm going to listen to him... He's massively fucking mistaken.

My fist connects with his face. His stumbles back towards the top step. I go for another blow, but he grabs me by the arms. I shrug to get him off me, to hit him again. But i don't have chance. He loses balance and tumbles backwards. Keeping ahold of me, pulling me down the stairs with him.

We hit practically every step before we hit the ground at the bottom. The music drowns out the banging, the grunting. And as soon as we're on the floor. I'm on top of him. Each blow nastier and harder than the last.

"Get off him, Matty!" George's voice sounds from behind me. But i don't stop. I can't!

I lose focus for a second. Allowing him to punch me upwards, causing me to fall of him and roll onto the floor. He goes for another go. But i catch his wrist. Giving me the oppertunity to crack him across the cheekbone.

He spits the blood out of his mouth I'm back on him. The more I'm hitting him, the angrier i seem to get.

A crowd begins to form around us. Some screaming and shouting at me to stop. Some cheering us on.

"You're gonna kill him. Get off!" George spits again before I'm dragged off of his lifeless body with a struggle. I'm not yet ready to stop.

My shoulders rise and fall fast as i stare down at him. Still not satisfied. Knowing he deserves so much more than that.

I wince as i stand up staright. Shooting pains fly through my body at my ribs. I grab my side, spitting the blood out of my mouth and wiping the back of my hand across it.

George stays stood between us, his hands held out ready in case i was to go for him again. "Go!" he tells me. Nodding towards the kitchen. "Go get yourself a drink and cleaned up" he orders.

"You stay the fuck away from her. D'ya hear me?!" i spit with a deadly glare down at him.

He sits himself up slightly. Spitting blood again. He nods, but keeps his eyes away from me.

"Come on mate, lets get you home" a lad joins him, trying to help him up. Funny how his mate didn't help him just then when he got his ass kicked.

I head into the kitchen. "Man, you're now my hero!" a guy calls to me. Holding his hand up for a high five. I shake my head at him and ignore him. I haven't fucking done this to boost my cool side for school.

I get myself a drink of water. Now realizing my hands are shaking. I can't seem to shake this anger away. If anything, it's getting worse.

I slam the glass down. Knowing what i need to do.

I need to go see Della. I need to know she's okay.

It's going to fucking kill me. But i need to know what happened. I mean, how it happened. I need to know whether i need to go finsih that scum off.

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Can i just apologise for having to portray Adam in this way.  When i first started writing this. I wasn't even aware myself, that i was going to be adding the rest of the lads into this. I just randomly picked Adam as the name for her boyfriend. But then i realized some people may assume it's Hann. So then i added the rest of the guys into it. Someone had to a bad guy... Hann, you're it.

But it's cool. We all know he's an adorable little noodle in real life! x