Pressure | m.h

C H A P T E R 6 - Stay High

L I L Y

"Where the fuck are my clothes?" I spat the second Matt had the car door pushed open properly and half leaned himself inside.

For a moment he had the decency to look ashamed before his eyes flickered down to my bare body clad in nothing but a bra and the jeans I previously wore. His eyebrow twitched slightly in amusement by my glare. "Shredded," he answered simply before he leaned back outside the car and slipped off his shirt. "Here, wear this for now."

I frowned and eyed the shirt he held out to me as if it were contaminated, "but my clothes-"

"Are in the other car which we left at the, uh, sight," he said, studiously avoiding the word shooting as his eyes flickered to something behind me and he stiffened slightly.

"Hey, you forgot your change!" an unfamiliar voice called causing Matt to scowl slightly.

He shoved the shirt into my hand, "Put it on, and do not turn around, Lillian, or I swear to God-"

"You'll what? Strip me bare when I'm unconscious again?" I threw back unable to help myself even as I slipped the shirt over my head, only to find that I could barely lift up my arms properly due to the pain in my abdomen.

Matt's gaze darkens, "I did it so I could tend to you – your blood was-"

"Oi, kid," the same voice called, closer this time and cutting Matt off, "Is there a reason why that girl is half naked and wrapped in bandages?"

With one last warning look sent my way, he stood straight again and I knew he was fixing the man with a penetrating gaze. "She's fine," he answered tersely, "You can leave now."

There was a knock at the window behind me as the man must have slipped past George to get a better look at me, "Hey, miss," I hear the man say, but due to the fact that I could barely move without having a spasm of pain, I didn't turn around. "You alright?" he asked.

"She's fine," Matt repeated before I could say a thing, his voice hardened and his hands fisting by his sides.

The man must have seen something dangerous in Matt's stare because, from the sounds of it, he backs off. "If these boys are giving you any trouble, don't think twice about calling out to me," he said, obviously talking to me before he left.

My eyes closed and I let my fingers touch the bandages around my abdomen lightly, wincing as a stab of pain hits me when I press too harshly.

"Come on," Georgey said as the front door of the car opened, "Let's get the fuck out of here before he calls the cops."

Matty muttered something too low for me to hear over the rushing of blood in my ears, the pain in my stomach making me want to curl into myself and cry.

"Come here," I heard Matt tell me, his voice closer than I remembered.

I don't even lift my head up from where I was hunching in the car seat, let alone bother opening my eyes. "I'm in fucking pain, fuck you," I managed to hiss through my gritted teeth.

"Lillian, come here and I'll put the damn shirt on for you. Otherwise, fine; sit there half naked then."

My jaw clenched even more with the want to punch him but the second I lifted my head up to glare at him my eyes glazed over with tears as my face crumpled up in pain. "I can't," I whimpered, no longer caring if I resembled a child.

Fingers brushed against my cheek and I realised with embarrassment that tears had escaped. Matty muttered curses under his breath in a foreign language and suddenly his presence is right there. "Here, just lift your hands up a little so I can slip them through the arm holes," he demanded as the fabric clutched between my fingers gets taken away.