The Bad Boy Going No Where

Chapter 6

I was up long before Matrix, my work on the farm was complete for the day and the last thing to do was the most enjoyable for the day. Riding my horse Patch to the lake to clear my head. I knew eventually I would have to go home and face him with my doubts.

I finally found a clearing by the lake where I could tie patches and a place for me to sit. I laid out the blanket and I sat down. Many things came to mind Matrix has told me nothing about him, he never told me the reason he is on parole for, he never told me basic information other than he is bad for me.

If Matrix is so bad for me why doesn't he end what we have going, I knew asking him anything about himself now would be pointless because all he will do is get mad. I need to slowly get the information out of him. Matrix is like a wild horse; you slowly introduce him to new things instead of just throwing a saddle on his back.

After another few hours, I finally packed up and started to head home to face my demon. When I got there Ma was still in the kitchen cooking dinner whilst pa and Matrix were in the lounge room watching football. When I sat on the couch next to dad he asked without taking his eyes off the TV "where were you today honey?"

I smiled at him innocently "I wanted to finish early so I could go on a long ride with Patch."

Matrix turned to me and asked, "who's Patch?"

I mumbled a "my horse" and he nodded.

                                           ***LATER ON THAT NIGHT***
I was now laying in bed and Matrix was just coming out of the shower he asked "so was I the reason you disappeared for the day?"

I slowly shook my head "not entirely."

Matrix frowned at me pondering at what I had just said "can you explain to me then?"

I let out a deep breath "sex...to you this is just sex and to me, it has to be more and I know you aren't that kind of guy but it's killing me. I am not that kind of girl...you know ones that are too easy?"

I could see Matrix was confused so I gave him a moment to process everything I just spat at him. "Who says I am that kind of guy Georga, there is also more to it then sex to me as well I just don't know what."

I gave him a small smile "then I am done with whatever we had until you know and also I want to know things about you, nothing big but maybe your favourite meal or colour anything."