HI
Im sorry this took a while I've been rlly busy with school ;-; also I've been catching up on reading/coming up with new ideas for possible new stories. But honestly idk if I'll make any new separate books/stories? They'll probably just be in parts on my one-shot book so ye.
Anywhore, just thought i should let you know! Enjoy!
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Matthews pov
I walked out of the bathroom. My gut told me not to go to the window, but the unknowing feeling of who was there dragged me to the window. I opened the curtain slightly, not even worrying if whoever this person may be saw the mess of blood and small bruises on my face. I looked down, but my vison was a bit blurry, did I really not have my glasses on the whole time? I blinked a bit, trying to get some sort of recognizable feature out of this person as I opened the window a bit.
"Matthew?"
"Alfred?"
It was the blue-eyed blonde from the day before. The thought of how he knew where I lived didn't even cross my mind. I only wondered why he was there, out in the cold, alone.
"Matthew, are you ok?", he whispered loud enough for me to only hear. I was still in a slight daze. Why was he here? What was he even thinking? "Mattie?", he asked again. I snapped out of it and looked down at him, rubbing my eyes a little, flinching a bit from a bruise. "Y-yeah..I'm fine Alfred..", I said choking up a bit, but not because I wanted to cry, because of the earlier events, straining my throat, forcing myself not to cry, for I would have gotten further beatings than what I had already gotten.
His eyebrows knitted with concern. I knew he knew I wasn't ok. We both knew I was lying about it. "No...", was all I heard from him. "Alfred please. Just go, I'll be ok..", I said, just wanting him to not worry about me. I didn't want anyone to worry about me. No one should.
I could see how much he wanted to come up and help...but he knew he couldn't, and I knew I couldn't just leave this hell I called home.
I could see him lower his head. He walked toward the wall of my house, and pulled a pen and a small piece of paper with a small strip of tape out of his pocket. He wrote something on the paper, and faced it the other way, taping it to the wall. He looked up at me with blank eyes. But begind them, I could tell he was hurting, he was forcing himself to not cry. He looked down and then glanced up at me. "Get this...in the morning, ok?", he asked looking up at me. I was confused, but nodded. He said a small 'good' with a warm smile, before he left.
I didn't mind that he left, but I had also really wanted him to come back.
I didn't go down to get the paper. I decided to get it in the morning. I shut my window, leaving the curtains open. I needed to find my glasses. It was kind or hard to see. I grabbed my phone and turned on its flashlight. I blinked a bit since it was kind of bright.
I shined it around my room. They weren't there. I assumed they must've been downstairs in the kitchen since thats probably where they fell off. I sighed softly and opened my door and walked downstairs.
I looked around quietly, and still no sight of my dad. I was slightly relived but also nervous. I put the thoughts of him behind me and contintued looking for my glasses. I saw a small glare of them being shined on. I smiled a bit to myself and grabbed them off the kitchen floor.
I had already walked up stairs when I saw the time. It was almost four. Geez. I thought I should have probably taken a shower anyways since i would be getting up soon. So i took a quick one, cleaning off my clothes when i was done. Most of the bruises were on most places people couldn't see. But two or three were. I didn't really care at the time and sighed as I finally laid on my bed. I set my alarm. I only had about an hour left to sleep. I'll be even more tired tomorrow than I already am..
I'll just hope theres some coffee in the morning.
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Ayyyy sorry these are so short!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter tho!
-YFG
