HE IS HELL

Chapter twenty-two

Chapter twenty-two

December arrived rather quickly as Matthews' present arrived through the door, an expensive Lego piece that cost me just shy of £130. Taking it upstairs, being far too careful with it I placed it on my double bed and rummaged through his other presents, taking them out one-by-one to find the dinosaur wrapping paper. I had brought him so many I couldn't remember half of what I had brought – most already wrapped with sweet red bows on top. Thankfully Matthew had taken part in a week course to pass his driving test, only having one driver's fault so now he was on his way here to pick me up. I quickly wrapped the Lego, ensuring no part was showing.

Matthew had spent the weekend here a couple of weeks ago, staying mainly in my bedroom watching Red Dwarf on the TV. To say he didn't enjoy it here was understatement. Matthew had said my family was dysfunctional and the house smells like stale smoke – also how my mothers' face looked like a leather handbag' - I told him off for that one, he continued about the rest of my family to which I drowned his voice out.

As much as I love Matthew, there were parts of him I really didn't agree with. We did, however, have a small argument. An embarrassing one. I had refused to shave the top half of my legs that day, due to the sensitivity and painful shivers in winter – he didn't like that. They weren't massively hairy, there was an almost unnoticeable stubble; I shaved two days previous. Matthew really was not happy with me, I was not allowed to have sex, affection or cuddles until they were shaven. Regrettably, instead of standing my ground I ran to the bathroom and grabbed the nearest razor.

A car horn sounded through the street, pulling me out of my thoughts as I looked outside. A small, two-door red Clio sat outside – it was Matthew. I smiled, hurrying to put his presents back in the Christmas bag and placing my platforms on. Running – almost jumping, down the stairs I said goodbye to my mother, knowing I wouldn't be spending Christmas with her and left the house.

Matthew greeted me with a smile as I opened the front door. "Hey babe, are they my presents?" He said, raising an eyebrow. I laughed in response, nodding. "Yes, they are. You're not allowed to see them till Christmas day." He groaned at my rule, earning an eye roll from me. Placing them in the back of the car, I hopped inside while Matthew messed around with the Bluetooth radio, finding a specific song he enjoyed.

The ride to the Island took longer than expected, the Christmas leavers all eager to get home for the next two weeks. Managing to get to the boat, Matthews' car struggled to stay on the ramp as we waited for each car to move into their lanes.

Within the next hour and a half we made it onto the island, both happy to get to the flat. Willow would be coming back tomorrow from Matthews' sisters – Frankies' house, so we had tonight to ourselves. "You want to have pizza again tonight?" He knew me too well. "Pizza and a beer?" I asked back to which he responded by squeezing my hand. "Good girl."

The flat was pretty disappointing without decorations but I made a mental note for one year to surprise them with a Christmas tree. Matthew and I both set our belongings down and headed for the balcony, deciding now was the perfect time for a cigarette and beer. Rolling us one each, Matthew took out the two beers he had asked Willow to buy a few days ago and handed me one – knowing to open it for me beforehand. I sat on the small chair as Matthew stood, both breathing in and releasing a sigh of relief. The air was crisp with ice, frosting over the lampposts, pavements and grass; the fairy lights on the balcony lighting up creating the most perfect scene as I took my mobile out, snapping a photo. I wanted to savor each moment with Matthew.

Taking a sip from the cold beer bottle I looked to the man that occupied my every thought. He stood with his back facing me, smoke lifting in the sky to show his breath that slowly fanned out – he was a sight worthy of the rarest jewel. And he was mine. Warmth spread through my body as I thought of our life together, knowing we had plenty of years to come. I was so lucky to have him.

"What do you want to do for the two weeks that I'm here then, babe?" He asked, looking at me. I thought then, our original plan of spending a week at mine then a week here fell through due to him not feeling happy there. "Oh, your mums coming home tomorrow right? Why don't we go out for a meal?" Matthew nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good."

"We're going to mine for New Years right?" I asked, thinking of what we could do that night. Matthew groaned. "About that, I said we'd spend it with my brother. They want to meet you and to be honest I don't want to go to yours. It's boring." I was slightly annoyed with his decision but agreed to staying here. Matthew offered to spend Christmas at mine next year to which I gratefully accepted.

Ordering the pizza, dough balls and cookies we both sat back inside, grabbing the duvet from the bed and placing it around us as Matthew switched on the TV. His hand slowly etched on my private parts as I swallowed the nerves. Although we had sex regularly, each time I felt nervous. I felt his fingers undo the button of my black ripped jeans, easing his fingers under my red lace thong. My heart pounded as I adjusted my bottom half, allowing him more access as the finger gently traced my lips. Poking at the entrance, I could feel how wet I had become as his index finger slipped inside. I stifled a moan from the pleasurable intrusion.

"Want some fun before the pizza gets here?" I nodded as Matthew pulled away, earning a whimper from me from his absence. Matthew pulled at my trousers as I lifted up, wishing for him to hurry as the front door opened, surprising us both.

"Matthew! Did you order pizza? There's a guy here." Willow called as I quickly stood, buttoning my jeans and patting myself down. Matthew rested his head against the sofa in annoyance. "Yeah that's mine. You weren't meant to be back until tomorrow." He stood, walking towards the door as I followed. Willow stood there with both pizzas and two extra boxes in hand, handing them over.

"Hey Kat, I didn't think you were coming till next week? Where is Grace-" I looked at her, confused as Mathew cut her off. "No mum, we were going to stay at hers but I hate it there so we came here." Matthew replied for me, walking into the kitchen, beckoning for me to follow as Willow nodded, retiring to her bedroom with her suitcase. Who's Grace?

"Sorry, I thought she wasn't coming back till tomorrow" I shook my head at Matthew. "It's fine, don't worry about it."

"We'll continue later, don't think you're off the hook. I've got a surprise for you at Christmas." I chewed my lip, the wetness of my thong reminding me of the excitement I felt, almost moaning at the thought.

"Good girl."