𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑻𝒊𝒄 ‹𝟹 ~ Matt Rife

.15.

There were so many comments under the picture from his fans, Matt was a very charming and handsome of an artist and I know how fans could get a little toxic so I expected a little hate but I had never expected it to be this negative.

Every single comment underneath the pictures said that 'I wasn't enough for him' or that 'he deserved someone prettier' or 'better'.

Someone even referred to me as a 'prostitute' followed by someone else 'saying why would Matt hire a prostitute she's probably just a time pass'. That made me rethink the type of person Matt was but then the person could be a general hater who can not seem to say nice stuff on the internet.

By this time my hands were shaking, I shakily put the phone down as my breathing became jagged, I ran up to his bedroom and picked up my own phone.
It was the same article, only I had more negative comments and about 40 missed calls from my sister.
They had found my Instagram and I had about 30k followers in the night and they were all to hate me.

I heard footsteps behind me so I turned around, to see Matt looking all worried at the door. I couldn't muster up words because it was very overwhelming, it was hard to breathe from all this mixed feelings swirling inside me.
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, making my vision hazy. I couldn't bear looking at him right now.
Matt tried talking to me saying how he could fix the mess but right now all I wanted was to go home and cry my heart out.
I heard bits and pieces of words like "another chance" and "fix" but I couldn't focus right now, everything was blurry. I was feeling lightheaded.

My mind kept telling me that I should have known that this was a mistake and how being with an artist would effect my life and that to, someone who values their reputation among the mass, and was definitely not a fucking prostitute or a slut.

I gathered my shit not hearing out anything Matt was trying to tell me. The damage was done. It was me whos getting the hate at the very moment, not him.

I couldn't believe the situation I was in right now. We didnt even do anything scandalous - all we did was walk to the car holding hands.
They made such a big deal of this innocent act.

I scrambled my way out of his house despite his repeated calling. When I had opened his door and was just about to leave he held me back by my wrist.

"let me explain- please" he said pleading

"what's there to explain everything is right in front of my eyes Matt" I said tears streaming down my face. His eyes widened at my words.
"My life is ruined, how will I show my face at work" I said

"hey I'm getting hate as well" he tried to reason.

"are you fucking trying to reason with me right now" I said angrily jerking my hands off his grip
"sure you're getting hate, and for what may I ask? being with someone whos not enough for you? someone whos not pretty? or are people calling you a slut? fuck even a prostitute Matt. You're clearly at the better end of the situation " I said

"I'm sorry" he mumbled

"keep it, the last thing I want is to be with you a second longer" I said slamming the door at his face exiting his apartment.

I got into the cab I had booked because last night I came with Matt and now I wish I hadn't

I just wanna go home.