bad habits and broken smiles

Chapter 3

"WHAT?!" I said screaming at him "What the fuck Matt?!" I said hitting his muscular forearms. Every time I hit him he seemed to look angrier and angrier. "You are such a fucking asshole Matt!" I said and he pulled over.

I looked at him and he looked at me "do you know how many fucking times I hear that?!" He yelled and his hands on the steering wheel "you don't fucking know" he said choking down tears and finally collapsing onto the steering wheel crying.

I felt like a new person had sat where he sat, he was so....different. I put my hand on his back and said softly "I'm sorry Matt" he put his head up and looked in my eyes. Then he put his hands on my cheeks and our lips crashed together.

This kiss wasn't like a quick peck you give to someone when you are in a hurry. It was long and passionate, almost like how a husband would kiss his wife.

When he pulled away he put his forehead against mine, and looked into my eyes. His brown eyes sparkled in front of me, he looked into my grey-blue eyes. "You are so beautiful" he says kissing my nose. It nice hearing him not call me hot or sexy. "No I'm not Matt, you're just trying to sleep with me and you know it" I said sadly "it's really hot in here"

He looked at me "Amy you are flawless. Your face is just stunning, smile is heart warming, you are just.....beautiful" he says "and besides if your hot why don't you take this off he says pulling of my sweater. "Don't Matt, seriously don't" I said and he threw the jacket in the back. He grabbed my hands and began to trace my palm and then ran down to where my wrists start.

"Don't Matt, please" I said pleading. I don't want him knowing because he would tell everyone, including my brother. "Why not?" He says as he runs his hand over the first cut. He looks up at me with misty eyes and flips over my wrists "why do you do this?" He said pleading.

My eyes started to water " because I hate every inch of my body, my teeth, my thighs, my eyes, everything. And everyone whispers about me, calling me a slut, an attention whore and such... I don't know if I can do this." I said beginning to cry. He held me in his arms and kissed my head "Amy you are perfect. Your body and thighs are fine I like you regardless of that, I could care less about that. And your smile? I can't even explain how beautiful it is. Your eyes take me to another place, and all those comments are just jealous stuck up whores."

I cry harder into his arms and he holds me for a few minutes occasionally kissing my head. Then he shifts back and puts the car in drive. "Where are we going?" I say softly wiping away my tears. "I'm going to show you something."