Saving meinen angel ~PruCan~

Chapter two

Gilbert's eyes fluttered open, he was a bit dazed and confused as sunlight shone through his curtains. He looked at the time and was instantly thrown into a state of panic.

"What?! 9:24?! verdammt!" He jumped up of his bed quickly and ran to his small closet. He sorted through it and threw on a black Led Zeppelin band-shirt and a pair of blue-jeans. He slammed his door open and ran into the small bathroom across the hall. He attempted to multitask as he tried to comb out his pale-blonde-white hair and brush his teeth at the same time.

"Gilbert.... What in the name of God are you doing...?"

Gilbert froze, and turned to see Ludwig standing in the doorway, seeming to be half awake with really bad bed-head. He was extremely puzzled. Usually Ludwig was up before him and ready to go to school.

"What do you mean what am I doing?" Gilbert said with a mouth full of toothbrush and toothpaste. He took out the tooth brush and spit out the paste.
"Why aren't you ready for school?! We're gonna be-"
He was cut off by Ludwig's annoyed sigh.

"Gil.... First off, it's Saturday.... Secondly... School is out. You just graduated." He was holding the bridge of his nose with disappointment.

"Oh." Gilbert muttered, he groaned.
"Ja... Sorry about that bro...."

Ludwig rolled his eyes and went back to bed. Gilbert sighed, now disappointed with himself as much as his brother was disappointed.

"Well I guess since I'm up I could see what the Toni and Francy-Pants are up too." He mumbled walking out of the bathroom. He checked the time, it was now 9:56.
"Ja. Antonio is probably up right now." He said. He hopped on the couch and texted him. He sat and waited for a reply, once he got one he was a little disappointed at what he saw.
"Hanging out with Lovino today? Damn." He groaned.
"Maybe Francis isn't busy?" He texted him next. His reply took about 10 minutes to reach Gilbert.

"Scheiße. Out with arthur??" He slammed his phone down and groaned really loudly.
"verdammt! My best friends are out with their boyfriends... Even my bruder had his boyfriend over. Some 'awesome' single I am." He sighed. He kinda felt terrible now that his single-Pringleness sank in. He had kinda gave up after his five year crush and childhood friend, Elizabeta, started dating one of the band nerds he knew. Roderich. He still ha a little bit of feelings towards her but he knew for sure it wasn't going to work out. He slumped down on the couch. He looked over to the kitchen.

"I guess I can just make some breakfast." He said grumpily. He slid off the couch and got up. He dragged himself over to the fridge and opened it. "Aaaand of course no eggs." He growled.
"Verdammt lud! Why didn't you tell me we where out of eggs?" He shouted to his brother. There was no reply.
"I'm taking the car! I'll be back!!" He yelled again. Still no reply. He grabbed the keys off the counter and left the apartment. So far, one of the worst morning for him in a while. As he was walking down the stairs, he slipped on the last set and slid to the bottom step. Wincing and groaning, he sat up to see a face. A beautiful, warming and gentle face. It was the other man from yesterday. 

"Wow... You seem to just be clumsy eh? Running into things and slipping?" The voice joked. Gilbert seemed to have a loss of words. His mouth just gaped open like and idiot.
"Here... Let me help." He said grabbing the Gil's hand, which made the german's heart race for some unexplained reason.

"I uhhhh.... Th-thanks." Gilbert finally stuttered out awkwardly. "I... Kinda slipped." The man in front of him laughed quietly. Gilbert could have swore he saw longing in the other's brightening eyes.

"I never did catch your name." The phrase snapped him out of the trance he could have sworn he was put under.

"Oh! Heh, right. How... Stupid of me forget. Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmidt."

"Nice name. I've never met any Gilbert's before. Well, my name is-" he was cut off by a shout.

"Matthew!" A larger-set man walked through the doors of the apartment building. He was darker skin and had long black hair in dreads, pulled back with a hair-tie, Gilbert guessed he was either latino or latin-American, somewhere along the lines. The blonde standing before Gilbert seemed to shrink down.

"Y-yes babe..?" He said softly.

Babe. The word that crushed Gilbert's confidence down. I mean, it only made sense right? Someone as cute as Matthew had to be taken. Gilbert didn't even know why he even got his hopes up. 

"What the hell are you doing, talking to him??" The man said as he approached.  Gilbert had to say, this man definitely worked out. Or at least tried. Gilbert laughed softly, partially under his breath.

"What's so funny?" The man growled at him.

"Nothing nothing....." Gilbert waved him off. A force pushed Gilbert back and seemed to knock the air right out of his lungs. He coughed, and realized he'd been struck in the stomach and didn't exactly know what to do.

"That'll teach you to stay away from Matthew."

"Máximo... Please just don't hurt him. I was just trying to help-"

"Your job isn't to help people! Now get upstairs, now!!" He pointed roughly, almost hitting his so called 'boyfriend'. Matthew winced harder at his yelling and his gesture.

"Y-yes sir...." Matthew bowed his head and turned, practically running up the stairs. Matthew's boyfriend, 'Máximo', sent a final glare to Gilbert who was just staring in shock. Then headed up the stairs after Matthew.

Gilbert was absolutely stunned, momentarily forgetting what he just saw and heard. He shook his head and remembered, he still had to go to the store. He walked out to his car and started it. But he didn't pull out of the drive way. Still processing. And still, he couldn't believe it.

Was Matthew a victim of domestic abuse??