Slowly Fading

Why?

Cleo's POV

Matthew got kicked out of my house. Kev heard what was happening and yelled at him even more for being completely irresponsible. So I'm here again, alone. I hear the doorbell ring and I get up to see who the person that dares to disturb me is.

I open the door and them shut it automatically. Not letting the person fully comprehend what just happened. If they thought that I would just opened my house up to them, they thought wrong. The doorbell rings again and I look through the window. It's Matthew's mom this time.

I open the door and smile. "Hi, Mrs. Cramer." I begin and she smiles warmly at me.

"Hi honey. I heard what my son did to you and I am honestly shocked that he would do such a thing. It was terrible, but he did have a reason. You did practically drag him to stay with you for a lengthy amount of time. You also would not stop talking from what Matthew said. He also brought up the word clingy. So I would love for you to apologize." She says and I stare at her.

Dragged him to stay with me? Not stop talking? Clingy? Excuse me? I stayed in my room the whole time, it was on doctor's order that he stayed with me, I most definitely did not want him to and as for clingy, that idiot probably doesn't even know what clingy means. It would be too high in his vocabulary scale, which consists of the basics and Harry Potter.

"Did I hear you correctly, Mrs? You said that you heard what he did to me, but judging by the way you addressed the situation, it seems like you did not hear about the situation and you just listened to Matthew's side." I accuse and she glares.

"Matthew!" She calls out and I see the door open and Matthew stepping out of their car, reluctantly. Once he arrives she continues. "She will not apologize." She says and he looks at her like she is crazy.

"Why would she have to apologize?" He questions and his mom glares at him as well.

"You said that she was being annoying and clingy, she has no right to treat a guest with such disrespect-" I cut her off.

"Ma'am I'm sorry if is comes off as hostile, but I didn't treat him with any sort of disrespect, not that I know of anyways."

"She's right, Ma! I thought you were going to make me apologize, not the other way around. She has nothing to apologize for, I was the one being an a**!"

She glares at him. "Son, her parents aren't here and she has to raise herself. A little girl making a living, it's stupid. She can't raise herself correctly, don't try to defend other people's mistakes."

"May I ask you who this is coming from? Because right now this seems like a person, who I in fact have never heard of, is telling me I cannot be raised right. Ma'am I've shown a lot of respect and held my patients. I request you do the same, if you would not like to show me respect I could bring this whole situation up with the police, bullying is a felony and I hope both you and your son realize that. Now, may you execute yourselves off of my property? Matthew, I do not understand why you even came along. What you did was against my right and you are  lucky I haven't made this anything larger then it is now. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go 'raise my self terribly' as you would say Mrs. Cramer. Have a nice night." I state firmly then slam the door on her face.

The nerve of that women! Who does she think she is, first saying I'm the one that began everything then saying that I'm too stupid to raise myself. I could call authorities on them for what they did, after that scenario, I'm actually quite considering it.

Matthew did say it was his fault, all of this and I agree. None of this blame can be placed on me, and don't you dare even try.

I message my head and sigh.

"I need to go to the park." I mumble to myself, putting on my shoes.

I head over to the park and again it is empty. I begin cleaning the park as usual when I hear something. Me being my nosy self I decide to take a look. I turn around and look behind the trees and see Matthew laying there, with his head in his hands.

"I messed up so much. Why would I even do that? She doesn't feel safe anywhere and it's all my fault. Dang it Matt, why do you have to be such a f*** up. I should just leave." I stare at him in amazement. He comes to the park?

He's crying? I should help him, but my feet refuse to. They are holding a grudge on what he did to me but my heart. My heart has a whole different idea. They just want to run up to him and comfort him because for some dang reason, it hurts me to see him cry.

Why does it have to be like that? Why can't I just walk away and not feel guilty at all about this. I'm not stupid, I know he is talking about me.  My mind says that he put me through this torture, a few tears from him shows how much guilt he is receiving, which is good for me. My heart is saying to go help him because it is tearing me apart to even see tears glisten through his eyes.

Which one do I follow?

Which one should I choose?

I guess you know what they say, always follow your heart.