Cold Blooded

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"He won't ever hurt you again Mariyah. If he tried anything he goes through me."

"What about Lavender?"

"She's dead." He said, his coldness with those words frightened me yet I was relieved.

"Y-You're sure?"

He nodded, as I nuzzled into his chest. "You need to eat something." He began. "You're suffering..."

"I-I know." I stammered. "B-But I'll be fine."

"You won't. Unless you eat something." He was stern, and he gotten up off of the bed and carried me downstairs into the kitchen.

"My mom leaves tomorrow," I mumbled, after he set me on to the table.

"Where is she?" Mateo asked, grabbing the tomatoes from the fridge.

"With her boyfriend..."

Once my mother had came back she announced that she was going on vacation with her boyfriend, leaving the house again after couple hours to her boyfriend's place.

She's been distancing herself from me..

I could feel it...

But as long as I now had my daily calls with my brother, and I had Mateo to help me out I was fine.

"What are you making?" I questioned.

"I'm making spaghetti sauce from scratch.." I watched as he cut the tomatoes into a glass bowl.

"You could cook?"

"Ehh.." He shrugged. "I guess. I mean, I've been dead for a lil' bit. I learned lots."

"My arms wrapped around his waist as he turned on the stove. "You needa' teach me."

He chuckled. "I can't teach yo' stubborn ass shit."

"Why?" I pouted like a child.

"Because you act like you know everything. But I'll teach you one day. If you ain't stubborn."

I warmly smiled into his back, peering over at him continue to cut the tomatoes. "Don't let yourself burn up with that flame." Mateo referred to the stove.

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Mateo twirled the spaghetti onto the fork, and pulled my chair towards him. "You need to eat."

"You gave me so little." I smirked at the small amount in the bowl.

"I can't give you too much, you'll start throwing up ya' guts."

"Stop playin'."

"I'm serious. Out of experience..." He waved me off, and poked the fork of food on my lips. "Eat.."

I opened my mouth. He fed me the warm spaghetti, my throat closed up at the foreign taste. One food I haven't had in a long time. And the sad thing is that it was my favorite.

"You chew so slow." Mateo snickered, which only earned a snack on the shoulder.

"But this be the first day, your first meal." He said, continuing to feed me the great tasting food. "And then ya' amounts would get bigger, and you'll gain weight. You'll throw up ya' guts less and less," He joked. "And you'll be fine."

"Thank you..." I smiled, and I surprisingly earned one back. "You're welcome."

"I like your smile." I laughed, nearly spitting out my food.

"That's the only one you finna' get."