a/n: shits about to get down. get ready and tell me what ya think babes♡ enjoy!
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"Leila, don't you fucking think we should actually have a proper conversation for once?" Matty was angry, I was fine with it. Because to be honest, he was angry all the time, I'm not saying he has no reason to be, I'm your typical neurotic self loathing creature who can't make decisions. But Dan was right next to me and I couldn't handle how he'd react since Matty's voice on the phone was loud even I had to put the phone away from my ear.
"Alright, when?" I thought it would be best to accept his offer, what's the worst that could happen? a breakdown? oh well.
"Right now. Where are you?" he asked,
"I'm at starbucks, Matty, but I'm not alone." I told him,
"Okay.. who are you with?" he asked and I could tell he would like the answer that much.
"Dan." I answered blankly,
"Who the fuck is Dan?" asked Matty, as I said, he didn't like the answer.
"You don't know him."
"Oh right. Whatever I'm coming to get you." was the last thing he said before the phone call ended. I lock my phone, Dan was looking at me.
"What?" I asked him,
"Matty isn't it?" he guessed, I nodded. "I better go then." he said, I stood to say goodbye and we hugged. Then he waved from the door before walking out. I ordered another drink as I waited for Matty to get his ass here.
I didn't know what occasion brought Matty back to England, but he was here. He was here and I was about to see him after running away from him.
Finally after about half an hour he's skinny black dressed self enters starbucks and it's the funniest thing ever. He looks like a misplaced emo.
"Come on." he said taking my hand and dragging me outside to his car. "Get in." he orders and I feel like a kid being picked up by their parent.
He drove until we reached his house, he stopped the car and stepped out and so did I. The thing is, this wasn't his own house. It was his parents' house. I didn't know why he brought us here, or if his parents gonna be inside or what. It's confusing.
He walked to the door and I followed him, he took the keys from his pockets and unlocked the door. Then I followed him into the living room, which apparently you had to pass on your way up the stairs. And his parents were just sitting there, his mother weeping.
"You're in big trouble young man." His father spoke, bolting up with a gun in his hand,
"Don't do it Tim" screamed his mother, still crying but now standing up in front of her son and I, her husband in front of us with his gun.
"What the hell dad?" Matty spat at the oldman of a father.
"Oh you wouldn't like to speak a word." His dad said, shooting at the wall behind us. It was too much to process. What is this? What is exactly happening and why? Did we accidentally walk into a movie scene or something?
Tim held his wife by her throat, suffocating the life out of her, but she broke away successfully, and kicked his leg, he shooted again, hitting his wife in the shoulder, which immediately started bleeding red. Matty was standing looking at the horror scene.
"Run!" His mother yelled, and it was as if Matty finally unfroze and took my hand racing out the door like we were being chased by an animal. But the truth it was actually worse than an animal, it was Matty's father with a goddamn shotgun.
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