Matt serial killer x reader Tw:death, blood, knifes, criminal activity Author notes/ Matt isn't "going to bed" he's taking a nap if that makes sense for the first part!
Matt tossed and turned through out the night, someone might call this guilty conscience but he called it insomnia. Every night was the same Routine: get ready for bed, toss and turn countless times, get a glass of water and try to sleep again. As he put his glass on the nightstand he stared out his bedroom window. Sadie jean's body has been found, it was all the news talked about and yet no one suspected him at all. I mean why would they? He left no finger prints, no weapon and certainly nothing that would shout "hey Matt was at the scene of the crime when it occurred". Matt reminded himself not to think about the crimes he committed for very long Becuase that's how killers gave themselves away.
As Matt got back into bed he sighed knowing he would have no luck trying to fall asleep but as the hours flew by he did. Matt was dreaming. But not a dream that you'd want to have. No, he had the same dream every night. To him it wasn't a dream or even a nightmare, it was a curse. It was a memory that was embedded in his mind forever, a memory that stuck with him when he was 8 years old. Flashback
Matt sat in the living room playing with the new dinosaur toy his father had given him. He sat across from his father. He smiled at his father, he was so happy his dad finally had a moment to play with him. Matt's father was always busy. He was always away. Matt's father barely saw his sons so when Matt saw his dad sit down and engage either him he was ecstatic. But unfortunately that moment wouldn't last long.
The front doors barged opened with a loud thud. Matt's father looked at Matt and told him to run and hide just like they used to before his dad went away all the time, but before Matt could process what his dad told him to do FBI officers slammed his father on the ground while screaming at him. Everything happened so fast for poor little Matt.
He witnessed his father being handcuffed on the ground. His mother was yelling for them to stop while grabbing her three little boys. Officers were searching and tearing the house apart while yelling "where is she?!". Matt looked at his brothers who were screaming and had tears running down their faces. He looked at his mother who had a look misled of fear, confusion and anger. And lastly he looked at his father who was yelling back at the officers while handcuffed on the ground. Matt wanted nothing more than to make this all go away. The last thing he saw was his father being dragged away by those fbi officers.
After that day, his father never came home. He never smiled at Matt and played with him. He didn't even tell his son how much he loved him. Everything changed for Matt on that fateful day. End of flashback
Matt abruptly woke up out of his sleep. He was panting with sweat. He frantically looked around and calmed down once he saw the familiar structure of his room. He looked to his left and saw his clock on the nightstand it read 5:53pm. He grabbed his glass of water and took a sip as he looked at the notifications on his phone. Amaia had texted him. He rubbed his head and he remembered he asked her out on a date.
Amaia was pretty. She wasn't dumb but also not your typical nerd. She was attractive to most but could be a cunt if you rubbed her the wrong way. Matt was shocked when she said yes, she wasn't Matt's type but she fit the right qualities. Amaia was excited about this date. It had been a while since some one was interested in her. Her (ex) boyfriend Jaden had dumped her after the summer. According to him it was just a summer fling but to her it was more. She had cried about it for months and always felt devastated when he had a new girl within weeks on his arm after they break up. Jaden was just being jaded but to Amaia it felt like torture.
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