Lost.

Chapter 10 // Broken & Big Hearts

Authors note at end of chapter.

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Mathew hogs the blanket, pulling it to his side more, making a less amount rest on my side of the large California King bed. I snatch more of the blanket back, snuggling with its warmth before the whole duvet is ripped off of me completely. The cold nips at legs and arms, causing goose bumps to rise on my pale skin. Matthew bursts into a fit of laughter, while I groan, before kicking him off of the soft bed. He continues to laugh hysterically, holding his arms as he rolls around on the cold morning ground. I throw my pillows at him, flustered as I glare at his amused face.

He of all people should know not to mess me in my time of slumber, especially when we were kids and I chased after him and pushed him into the pool. Damned boy, wasn't the message clear enough to him, or was it not?

"You... should've... seen your.... face." Matthew gasps, wiping a fake tear from his blue iris. He throws the pillows back onto the bed, which are followed by the blankets and himself. I huff out an angry sigh, chucking the stress ball he occasionally squeezes at his head as he continues to chuckle every second or two.

"Har har har very funny Matthew." I say sarcastically brushing down my crazed bed hair as I fix the pillows back onto the bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. The door to Matthew's room suddenly bursts open, where a wild eyes Ash stands. I scrunch in my eyebrows into confusion, not exactly sure why he's barging into Matthew's room. His face contorts anger as he stomps to me, gripping my hair violently, before slapping me across the face with full force. I'm thrown violently against the hard backboard of the bed, hearing something inside of my body crack, before Ash pushes me down once again.

Matthew just stands there, wild eyed and frightened. Why isn't he helping me? What's going on?

I fall to the floor, clutching onto my cheek, and curling into a ball as Ash jumps after Matthew and throws constant punches at his innocent face. I scream at the top of my lungs for him to stop but he continues to throw punches to no prevail. I soon spin my head towards the door where Leslie, her parents, Kylie, and her parents as well stand. They stare at me with blank, drained faces before they soon make a path way for someone to walk through.

A gasp escapes my mouth.

My father's feet clack against the dark wood floor as he enter the large, tan painted room. Cora and my mother follow him, making a circle around me while I glance at Matthew whose body lay limp on the ground beside me. "You've been a bad girl Grey." My father chuckles as he holds up a knife, to which he chucks down upon my chest. I gasp for air, clutching onto the bed before Cora's face finally comes to view too. I hold my gashing wound, crying out in pain, crying out for Matthew and help, but no one comes. Like always. Blood escapes my nose and mouth.

"Wake up silly goose!" Cora chants in my ear, smiling brightly like she always had done in the morning to wake me up. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I fall to my wounded side, my sight and body going under a deep oblivion.

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"Grey, wake up!" Someone shouts at me as I try to open my eyes. Sweat dribbles down my face while my body remains clammy and immobile. A pain within my cheek stings as I finally open my eyes, noticing the tears that have been falling from my eyes and stained the blue bed sheets. Matthew and Kylie hover over me, pinning me down, while their faces filled with nothing but complete shock. "Grey it was just a nightmare, wake up, we're here for you, both Matthew and Kylie." Kylie says in the third person as if I were a child while cupping my face with her clammy hands.

I nod, biting my lip to keep from bursting into my tears as I notice the mess I've created around Matthew's room. Matthew's cheeks are stained purple, while the pillows and bed sheets are sprawled all over the floor. A lamp knocked over as well. The glass of the lamp is shattered all over the wood floor, leaving an even harder mess to clean up later. Matthew and Kylie pant beside me, gasping for air. I do the same thing, closing my eyes and trying to reassure myself with breathing thoughts, while my sweaty chest heaves up and down.