kidnapped by robbers // m.h

Chapter 9

Summer's POV:

As soon as Matty left for work, I continued storing my clothes in my wardrobe and drawers. I looked through my clothes fully and realised I had enough clothes for a small army. Wow, I must've spent a lot. I used the inheritance that my grand-parents left me when they died. They left me about £250,000 in money and possessions. Speaking of family, I need to call my parents and close friends soon to tell them that I'm okay and that they don't need to worry about me.

My mum was always the type of person who cared deeply for everyone but she could be very sarcastic at times, like a teenager I suppose. My dad was always had this 'back off or I'll punch you' kind of aura around him. If him and Matty ever met, world war three would definitely breakout. Tyler was the popular football player, so when he asked me out on a date, I was pretty much shocked. I had always had my suspicions that he slept with slutty Shannon after I saw them kissing. She was the schools bitch, but ever since I started collage me and Tyler were slowly drifting apart.

I knew Matty was a gang leader, but I couldn't help but wonder what he exactly did. Matty didn't resemble a gang leader. I mean, he's small. Well, he's not exactly small, but he's smaller than a stereotypical gang leader. You'd expect him to be lanky with muscles covered in tattoos. He did have muscles and tattoos but they weren't smothering him. If I'm honest, Matty has a unique figure, but it was still perfect.

His tousled hair was the best, when he continuously ran his fingers through it. Did I ever mention how attractive I found him when he did that? Well, I found it really attractive. I hadn't seen much of George, Ross and whoever the other guy was lately and I was starting to miss my non-existent social life, so I should at least be allowed to talk to other people apart from Matty.

Trailing into the cinema room, which I finally found, I slumped into the purple chairs and decided to watch the exorcist. I've never actually watched this film, but Savannah had recommended that I watch it. I don't exactly love watching horror films, but I love feeling the adrenaline pump through my veins. God, I sound like a mad woman. Gathering my snacks and drinks from the kitchen, I found my comfy spot and started watching the adverts at the beginning of the film. All the lights in the mansion were turned off, leaving me in the manipulative dark. I'm not scared of the dark, but what I can see in it. The blackness engulfed my thoughts as the movie began, expanding my fears and decreasing my courage by the second.

Half way through the movie, I had to turn it off. My mind and body were in a state of a shock, not allowing my to move. The same scene replayed over and over in my head until I couldn't take it anymore. How could they put that into a movie? The scene of Reagan doing her spider-walk whilst blood dripped from her mouth kept replaying. Guess who isn't getting any sleep tonight. I scurried to the phone Matty left me for emergencies, obviously he has some sort of programme which only lets me ring his number. Not even the emergency number could be dialled. Whimpering, I clicked Matty's number and waited for him to answer.

"Summer? Are you okay? Why are you ringing?" Matty bombarded me with questions.

The scene played in my head yet again causing me to whimper.

"Matty?" I whimpered.

"Can you come home please?" I cried. The crack of lightning rent the air and within seconds the rolling boom of thunder reverberated through the dark skies; triggering another panic attack.

"Please Matty?" I choked out. The endless stream of tears ran down my face and my breathing quickened. My sweaty palms found it hard to grip the phone, my blurry vision making it more difficult to see clearly and my clouded mind made it uneasy to keep my posture straight.

A eerie creak came from the stairway. My paranoia kicked in making me scream and whimper slightly. Damn you Savannah for recommending that stupid movie. I thought I would get a buzz off watching that film, clearly I stand corrected.

"Summer, are you okay?" Matty's voiced sounded urgent through the line.

"I'm on my way home now, okay princess?" His voice was soft like velvet, like music to my ears. I couldn't even be bothered to rant at him for calling me princess, I was simply too tired with my eventful life. Considering I don't have a social life, I'm always busy.

"Summer, keep talking to me. Tell me what's wrong." He demanded.

"Scary film..dark..thunder..memories.. panic attack." I managed to choke out some of my sentence. I was crying so loudly now that my eyes were heavy and stinging. The front door was slammed shut. I couldn't even hear Matty through the phone anymore, all I could hear my my own shrilling screams and sobs reverberate through the hallway.

A warm body gently picked me up in their arms laid my carefully on a soft bed. As soon as my head hit the pillow and my body was cuddled under the duvet, I managed to choke down the sobs and swallow the giant ball in my throat before blinking away the tears that ran effortlessly down my face. Matty padded his fingers across my wet cheeks, instantly soothing me. My body became relaxed under his tender touch. His touch was gentle, as if I were a piece of chine crumbling in his hands.

"Will you sing to me?" My voice was hoarse with all the crying and screaming.

"I'll sing to you on one condition." Matty bargained. I raised my eyebrows in response, telling him to continue.

"I'll sing to you if you tell me about what happened." I knew exactly what he was referring to. He was wondering why such little things triggered my panic attacks. I'm a wuss, let's face it.

I hesitantly nodded my head, making the choice that I may or may not regret.

"But you're losing your words,

we're speaking in bodies avoiding me and talking bout you.

But if you're losing your turn, I guess I'll never learn,

cause I stay another hour or two."

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