masterpiece || matthew espinosa

VI

The look on his face was sickening. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, his face was so bland. I started crying. The salty liquid coming from my now bloodshot eyes. "I'm sorry." I struggled to get out of the small cart we had molded ourself into.

I let out a sob as I figured out a way to get away. I heard my name being called. I pushed away from the bumper car arena and went to the Ferris Wheel. I slid down the pole burying my head in my arms.

My sobbing contained as my name was called. I tugged at the roots of my hair. Why did I tell him that?

I heard thumping then Matt envelope me in a hug, like he did this morning. He lifted up my head looking at now my distraught face. I bet my face was red, the white streaks of the tear trails.

His face seemed go get closer to mine. My lips quivered, a soft sob escaping my lips. His thumbs came across my face. Then without my consent, he slammed his lips into mine.

I didn't know how to react. I kissed back and it felt. . . good. My stomach felt fuzzy. My cold lips felt so good on his. My fingers snaked into his golden locks. My tears seemed to dry as we continued to kiss.

He pulled away to catch his breath, as my cheeks flushed. "You're so beautiful, how could you do that to yourself?" I leaned my forehead on his, "It's hard to disappoint when you're a disappointment."

"No," he mumbled. He wiped my tears, "You're so beautiful, you have so much potential."

His lips touched mine only for a millisecond. "I don't know you. I know I don't. But I love what I see."

"I see, so much love and some happiness somewhere."

My lips twitched at the words of encouragement. "You don't have too say those things, Matthew."

He sat fully on the ground, pulling me with him,
"I mean everything I say, Evangeline."

I shook my head, "I have to go. It's way past school being out and my parents probably don't know I'm missing." He smiled, "Okay,"

We headed to the car, and I checked my messages;

dad; i am going to be home late. tell your mother.

I hate my dad so much. I finally realized it. I just want to go home. I stopped for a second, Matthew continued walking not noticing. I pressed the phone icon listening to it ring. Finally, he answered breathlessly, "Hey, did you not get my text?"

"No, I got you're text. I just wanted to say don't bother coming home."

"What?"

"I said, don't come home." My dad of eighteen years was no longer welcome in my home, "You cheated on mom countless times. Don't even come home. Start over with your new family."

I heard a females voice whine, "This is your fault not mine. You did this, not me. Have a happy life, I'll figure out mom. Not like you care." And I hung up. I'm so sick of him.

I looked up too see Matthew watching me. I ignored it, shoving my phone back in my pocket. I finished the walk to the car stepping in beside him. "I have to make a call." He nodded tapping the steering wheel.

"Honey? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, Of course. I'm in good hands. But, anyway dads not coming home."

She sighed, muttering curse words, "Again?" I squeezed my eyes shut, "Not ever, Mom." That's when she broke down in tears. . . And so did I.

"I knew this would happen. Sooner or later."

"He did this too you, it's his fault not yours." She whimpered, "I know sweetie, but I should have talked to him." I ran a hand threw my hair watching Matt give me a look of concern. "I'll be home in a few minutes. Wait, are you with a boy?"

I glanced at Matt, "Yeah. . ." I heard her giggle, "Is he cute?" I groaned, "We'll talk later mother. See ya."

"Do you think I'm cute?" Matt mumbled

"Uh. . . I don't know you so. . ."

"I'll take that as a yes."

I laughed, "You can drop me off here." He pulled the car over and un-locked the door. "Thanks for ditching with me." I smiled and pinched his cheek. "My pleasure. I'll see you later."

"Bye, beautiful." And he watched me walk up my shaggy driveway.

He's very cute.

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