Tell Me A Lie In A Beautiful Way (Avenged Sevenfold)

Chapter 17

Kat's POV

I had been doing okay, I mean I was busy working so I didn't have time to think, but now, now I had day's off and plenty of time to think and I knew it was going to drive me insane.

It was Friday, a week since our fight, a week since we'd broken up and I knew he was at Brian's probably having a good old time. He'd never called, he'd never messaged, not even once so I guessed it was over, over before it had even really began.

"Ugh." I groaned, laying on the couch. "I am not going to do this." And I kept telling myself that. If only I would listen to my own advice.

I'd had a shower, got in my pyjama's, gorged myself on pizza and now I was laying here, not thinking about Matt, but thinking about Matt.

"Stop." I snapped at myself. "He used you, he was just looking for an excuse to get rid of you and Brandon handed him one."

That thought made me sad, because unfortunately I believed it to be true. Brandon gave him an excuse and he took it, dumping my ass.

Ugh, I wished I'd brought cheesecake, or ice cream or something, I kind of wanted to lay on the couch and eat myself into oblivion.

What the fuck was I going to do? I had three days off and I really didn't want to spend them laying on the couch crying over that asshole.

Too late, I'd started weeping again and I kind of wanted to punch myself in the face.

"Stop it." I sniffled to myself, grabbing the remote and flicking through channels. "Oh god no." I cried loudly as The Notebook appeared on my screen.

God I did not need this bullshit. Not now, my heart couldn't handle The Notebook right now.

I grabbed a handful of tissues and as I wiped my face the door buzzer went.

"Oh great." I cried, dragging my ass off the couch. "Who the fuck is this?"

Who the fuck would be at my door at this time of night? Maybe it was Dani? Maybe Brian turned out to be as big an asshole as his butt munch friend? Maybe she was here to cry with me?

"Noooo." I wept, walking to the door and wiping my face. There couldn't be two assholes in the world.

The buzzer went again and that made me a little angry as well. Whoever it was was very fucking impatient.

I reached the speaker and it fucking buzzed again, causing me to jump.

"What?" I snapped, wiping my nose with my bunch of tissues again.

"It's me, let me in."

I looked at the damn speaker. You have got to be kidding me?

"Who?" I snapped even though I knew who damn well it was.

I heard a sigh. "It's me, Matt."

"Go away." I snapped, he could go and get fucked.

"Kat, open the door." He said, sounding impatient.

"No." I snapped at the speaker. "I'm not opening the fucking door, get lost."

"Open the door or I'll just keep buzzing." He snapped back.

"I don't give a fuck if you stand there all night buzzing." I yelled at the speaker. "You're not coming in."

"Fine." He muttered.

"Yep." I snapped and then I turned and walked into the kitchen, putting some coffee on and as I did the door buzzed again.

What the fuck did he want and who the fuck did he think he was just showing up at my door?

The door buzzed again and I continued ignoring it.

Maybe he was bored and he had nothing better to do so he thought he'd come over and see me, see if maybe he could get a bit. Well he was in for a rude shock, he was getting nothing from me.

The door buzzed again and I marched over to the speaker, pressing the button.

"Go away." I snapped. "Or I'll call the fucking police."

"Kat." He snapped back. "Enough, now open the fucking door."

"No." I muttered and I would not open it, he could go away.

"Kat." He growled. "Either open the fucking door or I'll kick it down."

"You will not." I snapped at him. Who did he think he was?

"Yeah I will." He snapped back. "Or better yet, I'll just buzz all of your neighbours, I mean surely one of them will let me in."

"You wouldn't dare." I hissed at the speaker.

"Try me." He snapped back.

I groaned. "Jesus. Fine." I snapped, pressing the door and letting him in.

I flicked the lock off my front door and opened it slightly. I could already hear him walking up the stairs and I wasn't going to be at the door to greet him.

I turned and hurried into the kitchen, grabbing a cup and making my coffee as I heard the front door open and close again. Then I heard him walk towards the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" He asked, entering.

"What does it look like Einstein." I snapped, holding up my cup. "Coffee dipshit."

"I'd like a coffee." He said softly and I refused to look at him, I wasn't going to do it.

"Aw won't it keep you awake?" I hissed at him, staring out the kitchen window into the darkness.

"I don't particularly care." He muttered and I heard him shuffling about.

"Well you know where shit is." I snapped, draining my cup. "Make it your fucking self."

"Fine." He muttered, going to the cupboard and getting a cup.

I rinsed my cup in the sink, sitting it in the dish drainer, before turning around to look at him.

Fuck. Why did I do that? He looked good, he looked fucking perfect. Fuck him.

"Well." I said, walking to the kitchen doorway. "I'm going to bed, be sure to turn the light's off and lock the front door when you leave."

I didn't wait for him to reply, I just walked straight out of the kitchen and to the bathroom, locking the door.

I took a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror and god I looked a mess. My eye's and nose were red, my skin blotchy and why the fuck was he here?

I shook my head. It didn't matter why he was here, he would be leaving shortly, so I cleaned my teeth, not thinking about him, praying to god he would leave soon.

I finished my teeth, washing my face and then I went to my bedroom. He was still in the kitchen, I could hear him in there, but I went straight to my room, closing the door, turning the light off and getting into bed.

As soon as my head hit the pillow the damn tears started again. Why the hell did he suddenly show up a week later?

I guessed I wouldn't find out because as I laid there I noticed the lights being turned off, my apartment now dark.

I laid there waiting to hear the front door open, but instead it was my bedroom that door opened.

"I locked the door." He mumbled walking in and closing the door behind him.

I could see his silhouette and I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and I listened as he unzipped his jeans, pulling them off.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I snuffled, trying to sound like I hadn't been laying here blubbering.

"Shut up Kat." He muttered and I felt him pull the covers back and climb into my bed.

How dare he? Who did he think he was?