The Bad Boy Going No Where

Chapter 7

Since the other night Matrix and I have barely talked, actually the only talking that gets done is when work is involved. I know Ma knows about us but Pa is totally oblivious to whatever we have going on. At least he is on the same level as Matrix.

The other day we got word from the sheriff that Matrix's parole comes to an end in just under a month. At this rate, he is going to leave without even telling me how he feels.

The worst part is Pa thinks of him as a son, he has learnt a lot since moving in with is even though it wasn't willingly at first. The first willing thing he did was when he slept on my bed. Which he hasn't been doing lately he has been sleeping on his mattress.

From his physical appearance you would think he is getting the sleep required but his mental state you can see he's just getting by. If I wasn't in the same room as him I would think he barely sleeps but he does at some point because when two in the morning hits he is covered in sweat and mumbling through his night terrors

I was now in my room after my nightly shower. I heard Matrix just enter the shower so I knew he would take a while so I pulled off my towel. Gently drying my hair I swayed my hips to the beat. As I was about to pull underwear on Matrix came strolling on.

Sweatpants hanging low on his hips giving my sight of his V-lines and his chest and abdomen since he was shirtless. As he dries his hair with his towel I could see the muscles in his arm tensing.

As he was running his fingers through his hair he suddenly stopped, catching sight of me...naked...frozen on the spot.

He smirked at me asking "cowgirl you need a hand?"

I looked at him with no words coming out of my opened mouth. So he spoke again "if you get dressed I was wishing we could talk...about me."

I smiled at him, finally, he was opening up to me. Not thinking he would give me any major details.

After finally being dressed in my night clothes I dragged him to my bed to sit down. I laid with him on my pillows his arms wrapped around my waist. He started "I have made many bad decisions in my life and being put on parole doesn't come close."

I kindly smiled at him kissing his nose commenting "not everything you have done is bad."

He continued hesitantly "your right not everything but most. When I hit sixteen I was a lonely kid so I would act out one-day drawing attention to myself by the wrong group at school. Now your thinking just some troubled teens but they were worse than that.
The teens I hung with they were part of a gang a big one. For a long time, I turned down offers to work for them until one day I said yes. That yes was the worst thing I had ever said. That yes left a bitter taste in my mouth.
It started out as petty things but it soon escalated to bigger things like kidnapping. One day I wander into the compound and I watch the men I work with shoot two teenaged girls not much younger than you."

I looked at him shocked, he has been through more than what I thought. It was horrific the things he must have witnessed. I asked, "what happened after their murder?"

He grabbed my hand out of reassurance or to make sure I wasn't going to run yet. He once again continued "I ran as fast as I could out of there. For weeks I went through nightmares replaying everything and constant paranoia before going to the cops. I turned state witness Georga. I told them everything to do with the gang for immunity and protection." He stopped to take a deep breath "I'm not here on parole cowgirl..."

Before he could continue I interrupted "you are here to hide?"

He nodded his head "everyone believes I'm on parole but really I'm I protective custody."

I rubbed my thumb along his cheek asking "so when your parole ends at the end of the month what is actually happening?"

He smiled sadly at me "I testify and then they change my location and identity. I become someone else somewhere else."

I smile sadly at him "so you have to leave?"

He nodded his head "yeah to keep you and your family safe, I would do anything to protect you Georga."

I gently creased his face before roughly kissing his lips, I mumbled against them "I don't think I want you to leave me, I care about you too much."

He smiles at me kissing my hair "I care about you too much to stay baby." He said saddened."