Matt's POV-
Three years. Three years that we've been "together" if you could even call it that. I don't know what your definition of being together is. But in my mind, it means to love someone, to die for them, and to dedicate your life to them. And that's not what's happening in this "relationship."
When you think of Danny Rose Murillo you think of how cute and Innocent he is, the same thing that anyone would think, the same thing that I thought. Not long after we were together, he stared getting really drunk and forcing himself on me. After the first year I stopped crying while it happened, he seemed to like it more if I did. Getting a reaction out of me was all he wanted, so when I stopped giving him one, he would most likely stop sooner.
I started cutting myself, once a month on the exact same day. The first. I just needed something to get me through the month without completely loosing it. Today was our three year anniversary, three years to the day. And guess what day it was, April 1st. The day of jokes. Like our joke of a relationship.
He was currently on the other side of the locked bathroom door yelling for me to come out.
"Mattie~" he cooed, "It's our anniversary, why don't we calibrate?"
Crying only makes it worse. And I knew the only reason he was outside the door at 1:00 pm was because he heard me crying. He never gets up that "early" because of how drunk he gets.
I wasn't crying about what he's going to do when he gets the door open, I was crying because of how long I've put up with it. I just finished sobbing when I slid the razor across my skin and onto the floor. I smiled at the sight of my arms, my work of art. 36 perfect, straight lined scars that ran up my arms. 18 on each one, and the one at the vary bottom of my right arm still bleeding.
I got up and opened the door, preparing for the worst. But was just met with a smirk, and the burning feeling on my wrists as he grabbed them at pined them over my head, as he pushed me against the nearest wall. He clearly saw them and put his lips near my ear as he whispered, "I thought you said you weren't going to do that anymore."
To be honest, I don't know why he doesn't like my cutting. Maybe he does have a heart somewhere in his black soul. But I highly doubt it.
"Cute...Out of all the things that you done, the last thing I'd think you'd do is get mad about something like this..." I smirked.
"Shut up," He said and licked his way up my ear, before he kissed my lips. I didn't kiss back, making him growl and pull away.
"Stop it," He gritted through his teeth. To witch I get giggled, clearly making him even more mad.
Before he could say anything else, there was a knock on the door. He annoyingly sighed, and left to go and get it. He closed the door behind him, not wanting who ever was there to see my cuts, when I heard Dylan's voice greet him at the door. He asked if he could come in and he replied with 'sure.'
At one point he asked if I was okay, and of coarse he said yeah. I couldn't hold back a laugh, most likely confusing the shit out of him.
Danny asked if he wanted a drink, and went up to go get them. While he did it, Dylan walked up to the door and knocked on it. I opened it with my foot, as I put my hands behind my back to hide the cuts on my arms.
"What are you doing in here?" He asked, referring to when I laughed. I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by him.
"What. The. Fuck." He grabbed my arm and saw all the cuts along it. The blood from the one that was raw ran all the way down my arm and dripped to the floor. 'Fuck.'
"N-No Dylan I-" I tried to explain, but he pulled me in for a hug and I decided to drop it. I wrapped my arms around his neck, ignoring the sting that came with it. He ran a hand through my hair, "Why would you do that to yourself?" He whispered.
"Do what?" I heard Danny ask, and mentally sighed knowing that he's gonna act like he doesn't know about it just Because he's here.
Dylan let go and showed him my arm. And here come the fake tears, as he sets the beers on the table and runs up to me pulling me into a tight hug. "I love you," He whispered and let go to kiss me, "I'll go get the first aid kit." He ran up the stairs and went to go get it, I turned back to Dylan and couldn't hold back a smile.
"Why are you smiling? It's not funny." He lectured.
"Cutting isn't, but he is." He gave me a confused look witch only made me smile more. But just the thought of what he's done to me over the past three years brings tears to my eyes. I probably looked like a mad man talking to him.
"He's NOT who you think he is. Dylan, he knew about this from the day it started," I whispered, "He's just acting like he didn't know because you're here."
He looked at me like I was crazy, witch I wouldn't blame him for. "Dan wouldn't do that, he has no reason to."
"NO! Dylan, at night he gets really drunk and.... starts yelling at me t-to.... I-I" He pulled me in for a hug, and I broke down in his arms. He shushed me, and rubbed circles on my back to clam me down.
"I'm getting you out of here." He said, as Danny stepped back into the room with the first aid.
We sat back on the couch and he started to clean the cut that was still open. I hid my face in the crook of Dylan's neck as Danny started cleaning the cut. I winced at the feeling of it and he apologized, like he cared. He bandaged it up and left back up stairs to put it away.
Taking advantage of the fact that he was gone, we both slipped outside and raced to his car as soon as we closed the door. We got in, and peeled out of the driveway, not looking back.
I let out a sigh of relief, as my eyes filled with tears. I smiled and stared to the ceiling slowly muttering a 'thank you' before closing my eyes, waiting for the car to stop and to go back to my old apartment.
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