Borrowed time; Mattheo Riddle

Chapter 26

Mattheo's pov

I woke up feeling like I had been run over by a bus. As I slowly opened my eyes taking in the bright light and feeling the warmth of the bed. Wait? the bed? I never made it to the bed, did I? The last thing I remember is everything going black and my knees hitting the floor, I definitely hadn't made it all the way to the bed. 

Panic set in as I realized someone must have moved me, meaning they had seen my scars. Looking down I saw a white bandage wrapped around my chest and back, they had definitely seen the scar, shit. It wasn't until I heard the sound of paper being turned that I properly looked around the room seeing her sit in my chair, legs on the desk as she was reading one of my books. She hadn't noticed me waking up and my eyes travel down her exposed torso, why was she only in a bra? Not that I was complaining but still?

As if she felt me staring she looked up from the book meeting my eyes. Relief seemed to wash over her face as she closed the book and stood up to get closer. 

"How are you feeling?" she looked worries as she searched my face for signs of pain. 

I tried to sit up a bit, winching a little as I did and she quickly rushed forward helping me. 

"I'm good" I said meeting her worries eyes. 

The look on her face told me she didn't believe me and her next words took me by surprise,"Tell me who did it and I'll kick their ass". 

"You're gonna kick the dark lords ass?" I asked a hint of amusement in my voice as I said it. 

Her face fell in to one of worry again as sat down on the bed beside me. "Your father did this to you?", she tried to grab my hand but I quickly moved it away, I didn't want her pity. 

"It's fine, doesn't matter" I said coldly looking away from her. 

"Don't do that" her voice was soft as she spoke. How did she always manage to do this? She made me tell her stuff I have never told anyone and she made me feel safe and cared for when I did. 

"Hey, Mattheo look at me" she grabbed my face turning me face her. Her eyes were turning watery as she looked at me. "I care okay? So don't push me away, please". 

How the fuck was I suppose to resist that with her teary eyes and the warm feeling she was spreading through my body as she spoke. I moved my hand to grab hers and a small smile spread on her lips. I tugged on her wanting her to move closer and she got the hint laying down beside me placing her head on my chest as I stroked her hair. 

We stayed in silence for a while before I had managed the courage to speak, "Every year on my birthday my father has this ritual". She stayed still listening carefully to what I was saying. 

"It started when I was 5. I had celebrated my birthday with my mother eating a big breakfast and spending the day together playing. My mom had even planned on giving me my first birthday cake that night that the elfs were preparing in the kitchen, it would have been my first birthday gift and cake in one, if I had ever gotten it." I paused for a moment debating on if to continue. Bella moved the hand that she had previously had on my chest to grab mine, intervening our fingers and rubbing the back of my hand with her thumb. A smile appearing on my lips as she had ones again done this thing were she makes me feel safe and seen. God I have no idea what this woman is doing to me. 

"My father had always been away on my previous birthdays and I could see the chock on my moms face as he walked trough the door that afternoon. Apparently his plans had changed and he had looked around the balloon covered living room with great suspicion. It turned out he hadn't even remembered it was my birthday until my mother told him, he didn't seem trilled with the festivities as he had given my mother an alarming look making her ask me to go to my room and wait for her to come and get me later. I could her the commotion downstairs as I patiently waited for my mother to come and get me, only she never did, instead my father entered the room, red splashes of blood on his white shirt. He walked over grabbing me by the shirt and dragging me off the bed in to the center of the room where he pushed me to the ground. He had told me to get on my knees and take my shirt off, I had done it with tears streaming down my face and fear overflowing my body. He had done a lap around me stopping in-front of me and telling me that good things always come with a price as he began carving a x shaped mark on my chest. I had been screaming bloody murder from the pain and when he was done he had simply just walked away leaving me on the floor. My mother had eventually managed to sneak up to me and spent the night comforting me. Ever sense then he had made it a tradition to give me a new scar each year on my birthday, I have 13 now. I don't know how but somehow he manages to make them even more painful each year" a small scoff leaving me as I said it. "I'm more use to it now thought and I guess it had made me able to handle way more pain then others". 

She was laying completely still not saying a word and I wasn't even sure I could hear her breathing. That was until I heard her sniffle and felt the warm tears that was hitting my skin where she was laying. I grabbed her face in my hand turning it so that I could see her face and wiped the tears that was rolling down her cheeks. "Hey, I'm okay alright?" I said not sure how to properly comfort her in this situation. She turned around so that she was facing me more and gabbed my face with one hand. "I'm so sorry that happened to you Mattheo, you didn't deserve that". Her word hit me like a train as I felt unfamiliar feeling of water entering my eye socket. Her thumb was now gently stoking my cheek as he leaned in giving me sweet kiss before nestling her head down my neck almost laying onto of me as she was hugging me. "Thank you for telling me" was the last words she said before we both feel in to a moment of silence as we both laid hugging each other. 

After a while she jerked back looking at me with concern "Omg, I didn't even realized I was probably hurting you laying like that". 

"It, fine" I said tugging her back, "It's worth it". 

We laid cuddling for a while as I gently dragged my fingers along her back feeling her goose bumps raising, "Can I ask you a question?". She responded with a hum turning her face to be able to look at me more. "Do you usually walk around without a shirt or is this a new thing you're trying out?" I couldn't hide my smile as she rolled her eyes. "No, but you were kind of bleeding out on the floor and my shirt was the closest thing to stop it with" she responded. 

"You sacrificed your shirt? For me? How sweet of you". She gave me a fake laugh as she pushed my face away, "I'll just leet you die next time then". 

"I'm just messing with you. Thank you for helping me and I will by you a new shirt, I promise" I said leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. She relaxed a bit more in to me as she responded "I don't care about the shirt, I'm just glad you're okay". My stomach did that thing again where it start tickling from the inside and when I looked in to her beautiful green eyes I felt something I had never done before, I wasn't quite sure what it was but god did it feel good. 

Her beautiful eyes expanded as she quickly got up leaving the bed. "Where you going?" I asked already missing the warmth of her body. "I almost forgot the entire reason I was looking for you earlier" she looked around the room before walking towards the door and picking up a brown package. She stretched it out towards me with a big smile on her lips and a hint of nervousness as she said "Happy birthday". 

I grabbed the parcel from her opening it to reveal a leather bound sketch book. How did she knew I drew? Had Pansy told her ? As if she read my mind she said "I accidentally saw you sketches on the desk the other night, they were beautiful. I just though maybe you would want a book the keep them all collected in". She looked nervous as she spoke fiddling with her fingers and rambling. I grabbed her hand pulling her down to me, "I love it, thank you". The relief that washed over her face was obvious as I pulled her in for a deep kiss. "You know I would kind of appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anyone about me drawing and you know that whole thing" I said pointing to the bloody mess I had made on the floor earlier. 

"Ofcourse, I would never" she said climbing back in to bed beside me. 

"When's your birthday?" I asked her. 

"April 7th, why?" 

"Well I better start planing, gotta get even for both the Christmas gifts and this one. Thats a lot of pressure for someone who hasn't bought a lot of gifts before" a hint of amusement on my tone but in reality I was fully serious. She had given me my first Christmas present and my first birthday present and I hadn't given her shit, the pressure was defiantly on. 

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This story is so cute right now. I kind of making me sad knowing the drama that it about to come...