Hell's Sweet Nobody | Daredevil

Chapter Three

Forgive me for writing such a short chapter, but the next one will be longer! Also sorry it took me almost a year to update this story lmao love u guys nonetheless

Chapter Three  

The day went buy in a peaceful, lonely silence. I sat myself on the couch, reading a book with ease as I realized how stress-free it was around here without Matt walking in and making my heart pound like a drum. I know he can hear my heartbeat, and sometimes I wonder if he knows about my liking for him.

God, I really hope not.

I sighed, and set the book down on the coffee table. Despite being free to feel what I want, it was a bit boring here.

I glanced at the clock; 4:13. Matt wouldn't be home for another few hours.

I stood up from the couch, and began to roam the house looking for something to do. I had already unpacked all my things in my tiny closet-like bedroom, and I really had nothing to do in there besides sleep.

A nap sounded even more boring than staring at the wall and waiting for Matt to come home.

My eyes kept returning to Matt's room, and though I knew it would entirely invade his privacy, I walked into his bedroom, and looked around.

Besides, it's payback for invading my heart.

His bed was unmade, and I itched to make it, but I didn't want to him to know I was in his bedroom to begin with. I looked at his closet where most his clothes were hung up (the rest was in a neat pile on the floor). I rolled my eyes at how messy and unorganized he was.

God, what would he do without me?

He still had a couple of unpacked boxes in the corner of the room that I immediately began to open and search through. I found a bunch of useless folders full of useless papers, along with a few newspapers that I didn't really know why he kept since he couldn't read them. I noticed in all the newspapers there were articles about different bodies that had been found in Hell's Kitchen throughout the last few years. I winced at the rather morbid looking photos that they used for the headlines.

In a different box held a couple books written in braille so I had no idea what they were, and I didn't bother to find out.

I huffed, and sat back on the floor, staring at the mess I made with the books and papers all scattered across the room.

I was about to leave before I noticed a box that was sticking out from under Matt's bed. I pulled the box out and didn't hesitate to open it as I was eager to learn more about Matt. That's the whole reason I was doing this in the first place.

Matt is so secretive, especially for a blind man.

Peering inside the box, my heart instantly fell to the floor as I took out a black piece of cotton that looked like a miniature scarf, and a shirt to go along with it. Also in the box was a pair of boots and another shirt similar to the one I held, but instead it was covered in cuts and holes.

I suddenly wished I never looked inside this box.

"Goddamn you Matt." I said out loud to nobody, and yet, somehow, I hoped he could sense my anger. He promised me he wouldn't go out again. He promised me it was a one-time thing.

He lied.

The worst part is, I should have known. All these weeks of him waking up in the morning with something wrong with him. The cut on the side of his cheek, though he said it was from shaving, something was off about it. The bruise on his arm that he swore to me was because he bumped into the wall. The limp he had, though I told myself I was imagining him limping, I pretended to not notice. I didn't want to notice, because then I'd knew what it meant.

I slammed the shirt back into the box, and carried the box out into the living room where I placed it on the coffee table, right where everyone but the blind man could see.

I could see it, and every time I looked at it, I felt my heart beat more and more rapidly out of anger, out of fear, out of grief.

Last time he did it (or, last time I caught him doing it) he and I got in an ugly argument about it. I made him promise me he'd never go out and fight criminals again.

It seems the promises he makes to me mean absolutely nothing to him.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, and held down the tears from my eyes. I won't cry, not until I manage to confront him on his lies.

I wasn't sure how long I sat there staring at the contents in the box, before I knew it, the front door opened, and Matt walked in.

I took one look at him, and by the way he suddenly paused when he faced me, I knew he knew.