kidnapped by robbers // m.h

Chapter 8

Matty's POV:

Arriving back at home with Summer made a deep feeling from inside of me became noticeable in my body language. Being around Summer made me smile more and I drunk a lot less. On a whole, I feel like a better person. She brings the good side of me out like nobody ever could.

Summer's appearance was just like her personality: beautiful. This girl was truly beautiful. Her dark brown waves hung loosely on her dainty shoulders. Her vibrant green eyes were a colour of glimmering emerald shining brighter than any star in the sky. They were dark, like a forest at sunset; the green of the leaves clinging to the very last bits of light they could. In the dark, her eyes looked like a storm over an ocean with flecks of grey. Her posture was tall with curves in all the perfect places. She portrayed her character as strong and dominant, but I know that she's protecting herself from getting emotionally hurt. It doesn't take a genius to discover that she has lived a daunting past; a daunting past just like mine.

I think of me and Summer identical in a way. She acts fearless, just like me. She acts like the small things don't bother her, just like me. She acts dominant in order to save herself, just like me. The only difference is that there's no going back for me, but there's high hopes for Summer. She hasn't come down the same path as I have, and let's just hope it stays that way.

I was too naive to actually interpret the real world properly. It's not all fun and games, it's death, greed, pain and ache. Good things come to those who wait. I guess I didn't wait long enough.

When I was younger, I made many stupid mistakes. I wish someone was there for me, telling me that these were bad choices, but I was left all alone in this bitter world. Even though I'm a gang leader, I don't portray myself as that towards Summer. She doesn't deserve this life. Dammit, nobody deserves this life. If I'm being honest, being a gang leader does have its perks at times. For example, you can get somebody else to do your dirty work or you can have people look up to you as if they are inferior. However, being a gang leader does have its restrictions. I mean, there are more superior people than me, people who have no conscious and could kill you with there bare hands whilst smiling a sinister smile. People like that make me sick to the stomach.

Before I joined this life, I was free as a bird. But now, I'm caged like a wild animal. There are only a few people that have a higher ranking than me. Only a few people I'm scared of. But what do you expect? I'm owned by them. I'm their property. I'm a pet. If Summer ever got caught up with them, I'd never forgive myself. People assume that I live a life of luxuries because I have expensive materialist things. But things like that don't matter. Well, not after Delilah passed. But that's a story for another time.

My gang had a meeting with a high ranking gang later this afternoon, meaning I have to leave Summer alone.

Having a day out with Summer was great, even if it was shopping, but all good things must come to an end.

I arrived at home with Summer slightly earlier so that I could set down some rules.

"I've got to go to work soon." I stated.

Her shoulders slumped slightly but she regained her posture.

"Okay. You're telling me because?.." She trailed off. Of course she wasn't going to be easy on me.

"Because I thought that you deserved to know and I have rules to set down." A crude smile made its way onto my face, proving to Summer that I wasn't joking.

"Now. Rule one, no going outside, obviously. Rule two, no escaping, because I will always find you. It just makes both of our lives easier. And rule three, do not answer the door to anybody. Got it?" I snapped.

Her petrified expression was the only thing evidence I needed to know that she wouldn't dare break any rules.

"Okay, I'm going to change my clothes and head off to work."

My feet banged against the wooden flooring on the stairs. Leaping two steps at a time, I reached the top in no time. I scurried into my en-suite and turned the dial on the shower allowing it to hear up to the perfect temperature. I gathered my work attire together in a bundle and waited for the shower to heat up in the en-suite. My work attire consisted of: skinny, black ripped jeans; a lose black top and my signature leather jacket.

After getting showered and dressed, I completed my look. A few sprays of paco rabanne millionaire; black doc martens; silver chains; silver rolex watch and my gun which was placed in my hip holster. Oh and my cigarettes.

Running down the stairs, I called for Summer.

"Summer!" I called.

"Yeah?"

"Come here."

Summer stood at the top of the stairs, slowly making her way down each step.

"I'm going now."

"Okay." God, does she have to be so blunt?

"Bye, I hope don't miss me too much."

"Keep dreaming Healy." She smirked. Damn, that looks sexy.

"I'll be back before you know it." I winked.

"You're going to be late if you don't hurry up."

Looking down at my Rolex I saw that I was indeed going to be late.

"Shit, I've gotta go. Bye."

"Bye Matthew." She waved.

I walked out of my house with an abnormally large smile on my face. If anybody saw me right now, they'd probably think I was high or something. People always told me that it was possible to fall in love with someone at first sight. I never really believed them, thinking they were just sappy, helpless romantics. But now, I know what they mean. In the short space of a week, I have fallen in love with Summer Dobrev.

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