Sturniolo Tower (Matt Sturniolo)

13. See You Again

Matt's POV

At the touch of Y/N shaking my arm, I woke up to my heart racing and sweat on my head. "It's me, it's okay" she assured me and I sit up to catch my breath.

I take a deep breath and titled my head to look at her as she rubbed my back. "It's just a dream, Matt" she whispered, the touch of her hand is enough to soothe me. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I didn't want to relive the horror that appeared to be a living edition, my dad. I thought I managed to work through the torment my Dad put me through. I thought he was out of my life for good.

I was wrong.

I was hoping he was knocking around my thoughts and dreams, but that's not the only place he's showing up.

I turned to face Y/N and kissed her lips. "Go to sleep, I'll go make a tea" I whispered, trying to hide the fact I wanted to crawl into a corner.

Y/N didn't question me or try keep me in bed to talk, she nodded and pulled up the blankets, while I carefully got off the bed.

I made way down the hall, laughing to myself as I remember the times growing up that I  walked this hall for different reasons. Once when I was too afraid to sleep alone in the dark, so I followed the light and slip into my Mom's room and climb into her bed.

I made my way down into the kitchen and put the kettle on boil as I look for where my Mom put the cups. I opened every cupboard before finding the one with the cups and glasses. Of course, nothing is out of order.

I smiled, realising Y/N has the same tendencies to make sure everything is perfect. I used to arrange things differently to get on her nerves, every now and then I'd find her laughing at my placements.

I poured myself some tea and let out a deep breath, starting to wish I could go back to simpler times. When my business wasn't on its rocks, when my Dad wasn't in my life, my brother wasn't dead and Y/N didn't have much to stress about.

I overheard the creaking of the hallway upstairs and I assumed it's Y/N checking up on me, but I'm shocked when I see Mom.

She smiled at me and crossed her arms over her chest. "What are you doing up this late?" I asked, feeling like a teenager again and she raised her eyebrow, like she caught me up past my bedtime.

"I could ask you the same thing" she smiled, sitting up on the stool. "Matt, what's wrong?"

She appeared to know when something is wrong with me, I didn't understand the mother's intuition she had.

I shrugged. "Can't sleep, Mom" I said, stirring my  tea.

"Why?"

"Stress, the business, Y/N. You know how it is" I shrugged again, avoiding her gaze.

If I stood here long enough, she'd force me to tell her what's running through my head. For my sake and hers, I didn't want to tell her.

She took a breath and tilted her head to the side, narrowing her eyes at me. "Are you and Y/N doing okay?"

"Yeah, we're good" I nodded, smiling. She's the love of my life, I'd do anything for her.

"I know something is wrong, Matt. I'm your Mom, you can't lie to me..." She said and I did my best to avoid eye contact. I know better than to look in her eyes.

"Mom-" I sighed, looking at her.

"Talk to me. You haven't been yourself since you got here...this friend of yours, were you close? I've never heard of him" I shivered at the thought of telling her about Logan.