A Racer's Heart

21: Whatever you wish Cupscakes.

I am super sorry this took forever to get published blame it on Writer #2 

Mattie's POV:

What the fuck did I just do?
I walk to my house, tears running down my face and words circulating in my brain.
You just ruined something great with a great girl, dumbass.
But she was hiding something from me.
She was and now she isn't with you. Problem solved.
But I love her.
She obviously doesn't love you.
I fought mentally with myself and slammed my door, laying on my bed and regretting everything that had happened at this new school.
She prolly loves him, you douche. That's why she didn't tell you.
I sigh and look to my bathroom.
I should get my rope.
But it might not work.
But I have ibuprofen.
I go to the bathroom and pick up the fallen pills, finding eighteen out of twenty.
"Where...?"
While looking for the other two, I hear my mom come home.
Mom.
My reason to live.
I turn off the light and close the door, laying on my bed and waiting for her to peek in. She doesn't.
An hour later I go downstairs and find her asleep on the couch in her work clothes.
I lay a blanket over her and go to the bathroom, picking up the blade.

The next morning I sleep until ten thirty and wake up to my bed strained with crimson drips.
Fuck...
I look at my legs and see multiple new scars and see empty beer bottles under a pile of clothes.
Double fuck...
I groan and pull on a pair of lose pants and a multicolor shirt before going downstairs. My mom left me some pancakes in the oven and I lazily nibble on them.
Around noon after some TV watching (Supernatural and Scrubs), my doorbell rings. A familiar man stands outside, glaring at me. As if daring me to come outside. He rung the doorbell and i grabbed an umbrella.

What the fudge it an umbrella going to do.

I shove my conscience aside and open the door. Anthony. 

"W-w-what a-are you d-doing here?" I spit out as if i forgot how to speak.

"It seems i have the effect on you." He said grabbing my hand.

I pull away from him but his hand grips mine harder and he growls. "Never pull away from me."

"I-i don't, i mean i can't, i mean-"

"Shut up before i make you."

I nod quickly not sure what he had in mind. Why would Sasha keep this away from me? Why would she keep this to herself? Didn't she know she needed help? This isn't safe for her. This isn't safe for me. I got to get out of here he could hurt me he could make me-"

"Don't even think about anything crazy. I will make you regret it" He opens the door and drags me inside. "Is anyone home?"

I should lie i should say my family upstairs asleep. "No." 

Mattie really you want to get killed in your own house?

He didn't kill Sasha.

You're not Sasha.

"Good grab some clothes and come right here. You have 70 seconds."

"Wait why?" 

"Because we're going to play a game."

I nod and head up stairs. He follows behind me and is counting down. I grab some pants and a loose t-shirt from the bottom of my closet and put it in a bag. "Okay."

"You'll need a bra and underwear make sure they match." He said going through my bag."

"Why?"

"Just do it. 37. 36. 35."