stereotype - matt sturniolo

❥ ℯ𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁

𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑶𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬
(ง'̀-'́)ง

"What happened, Viola?" Matt asks carefully. Matt picked Violet up a while ago and the ride has been dead silent so far.

Violet gained a little more balance so she stopped crying. She's extremely high tho, so they can be a reason she's so chill right now.

"My ex raped me." She says carelessly. "What?" Matt practically shouts.

"Don't worry, I'm not pregnant. I'm on the pill because it happens so often." Violet adds and Matt frowns.

"I was together with him like ten years ago. He's raped me four times over the last ten years." She explains.

"Last time he raped me was well... today. Before that... like two years ago." Violet shrugs.

"Why haven't you called the fucking police yet? He kidnapped and raped you?!" Matt's voice raises a little.

"I don't know." Violet shrugs and before she knew it, Matt was on the phone with the police.

"Hello, yeah. My friend just told me her ex she broke up with ten years ago has raped her already four times since then, and he has basically kidnapped her every time he did." Matt explains and Violet sobers up in a millisecond hearing this.

"Matt no! Don't tell them!" Violet whisper-shouts. "I have to, Viola." Matt says carefully, allowing her to hold onto her shoulder like she was doing.

He had parked near the side of the road already.

"His address is 4 Yawkey Way, Boston, Massachusetts 02215." Matt confesses and Violet basically smacks his arm.

"Thank you." Matt finishes before the police hung up and Matt put down his phone.

"What the fuck, Matt?!" Violet shouts loudly, her tone and eyes filled with rage and mainly terror.

Matt could see the relief in her eyes. He could also see how much she went through now. It killed him knowing this was most likely the least bad thing that had happened to her.

Matt swiftly gets out of his car and runs over to the passenger seat. He opens the door and quickly pulls Violet out of the car.

He hugs her. She hugs back. She hugs back like her life depends on it. He returned the favour of when Matt was anxious.

Violet couldn't hold in the pain. She curls up in Matt's arms and starts sobbing uncontrollably.

"You're okay, darling." Matt wraps his arms stronger around her. Something about being in his arms comforted Violet.

"I'm not! I'm fucking not! I haven't cried since I was fucking 6!" Violet shouts while pulling away from the hug, starting to get angry at literally anything near her, which was Matt now.

"Okay, okay." Matt carefully holds his arms out, signalling her to calm down a little.

"It's okay to not be okay, Viola." Matt keeps his tone calm, knowing how to deal with this situation since Nick could act like this sometimes too.

Violets eyes fall down so that they were half lidded as she just sobs. Uncontrollably. Just standing there.

Matt's quick to hug her again, tho. "I'm here for you. You can tell me literally anything. You can ask me literally anything." Matt comforts her.