𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻𝒊𝒄 ‹𝟹 ~ Matt Rife

.4.

I was drunk yes, but not drunk enough to not realize someone was following us. I looked behind to see a few guys smoking. The bar itself was somewhat of shady but not much like what I've seen before or been to and came out fine.

I made my way further carrying my sister to the parking lot and realized something was definitely weird. I looked back again to see one of the guys who were smoking before following me. He was also definitely drunk and did not look to have good intentions. I sped up as fast as I could go but then again I was also carrying another person.

He caught up to us, pretty fast considering his sloppy pace and my obviously so pace of walking as I was carrying another person on me. His hands went straight to pulling  my sister off of me and onto him.

The shifting of the weight made three of us fall to the ground. Before I could react and get up my hands got tucked by the weight of this guys body and the smell of cheap alcohol filled my nostrils. I couldn't do anything. I closed my eyes to relieve me from the pain I was going through or what I was going to be going through, when suddenly he was pulled away form my body. I got up on my feet as fast I could to register what was happening and how.

I looked to see the drunk guy fall to the ground immediately knocked out of the force which came out of nowhere.

It was matt. He pulled the guy off of me.

My knees gave away strength and I fell to the ground on my knees. Sobbing in the act of it. Tears kept flowing from my eyes as my mind kept replaying what could have happened if Matt wasn't there in the right moment. I feel two arms bring me into a warm embrace.

I looked up to see worried green orbs looking at me. I knew they were matts because no one around us. duh. who else could it have been.

"my sister-" I asked

"she's over there by the wall, she's still very much passed out but she's safe dont worry I took care of her first" he explained in detail looking in my eyes

"I'm sorry-" I started but he cut me off with

"let it out baby, its okay, it wasn't your fault-"

With that I started sobbing even harder than before and he held me. he held me all the time while I was crying my heart out. He didnt question it or feel gross about me.