Runaway // Matthew Espinosa

Chapter 32

The rain had began to go down a bit, but that didn't mean that it would stop raining. Both of us knew that we couldn't stay in the car for this long. Poor Matt had just gotten warm. Stop thinking of him, Zoe.

I couldn't stop thinking of Matt, just like how a human couldn't stop breathing. It was a necessity, Matt was a necessity. Why was I doing this? Why was I putting the only person that kept me happy, through all of this?

"I think we should go inside." Matt quietly spoke, looking out the window and away from me.

Maybe he just didn't care that I was somewhat ignoring him. Not in the sense that he didn't care for my feelings, but because he knew that I was stubborn and was going to stay mad for as long as I pleased.

"Yeah, we should." I agreed, taking in the last of the warm environment of the car.

As much as I felt like forgiving him, something held me back. I felt like something was still wrong. Sure, he lied and played me but something else was bothering me too. I had yet to discover what it was.

I snapped back to our current situation. Having to run all the way to the lobby. We exited the car and ran as fast as we could to the covered area outside the lobby. Of course we got drenched in water.

Both of us stood under the covered area, attempting to some how dry off a little. It wouldn't look nice to come in the lobby dripping wet. Note to self, please do keep an umbrella in the car.

Matt was shivering outside and went in the lobby with no shame. I stood outside, shivering like he was. Fuck this, I can't stand here for hours to dry off when in minutes I can be inside.

I opened the heavy door, which I always had trouble with. Usually Matt would help, but I- stop think of Matt. Just drop it Zoe.

I opened the door just enough for me to squeeze inside. Yet I wasn't quick enough. The heavy door caught three of my fingers, smashing them. I bit my lip from yelping in pain.

The man working in the lobby saw me standing there with my fingers stuck and scurried over to help me. He pulled open the door, which had scraped against my fingers while it shut on them, and I retracted my hand.

"I am terribly sorry. Are you alright?" The man asked with great concern and I assured him I was okay, while hiding my hand.

My fingers were far from alright. Despite being scraped with blood coming from them, they were crushed. I walked over to the elevator with my head down due to having people stare, while my shoes made a sloshing sound.

I got in the elevator and as soon as the doors shut, I let out the curse words I held back. My fingers were in total pain. I knew that I hadn't broken them, so it wasn't serious.

I was surprised that I didn't cry, but then again I was covered in rain droplets and those made it difficult to see if was crying. Honestly, I was freezing my ass off and just wanted to get out of these clothes.

The elevator door opened on my floor and I walked out. After unlocked the door to our flat, I rushed in and avoided Matt from seeing my fingers from any cost. I knew he would panic for no reason.

I made it to my room without being noticed by him. I locked the door before stripping from my clothes and then drying myself with a towel. I grabbed a new pair of undergarments and then some pajamas. I felt much better from finally getting out of those soaked clothes.

I finally looked at my hand again in the bright bathroom light. The blood had stained my skin, making this look worse that it was. It sure did hurt like hell still. I held it under some water and attempted to clean it a bit. Afterwards, it was continuously bleeding so I had to wrap a towel around it.