"I'll get it", someone says and starts cleaning up the glass that had broke on the floor. Everything was going back to normal and the blood in my veins wasn't steaming like it was. My anger and adrenaline was coming down. The pain in my hands was evident now and I looked down, seeing the blood on my hands from the glass that I squeezed too hard.
"Your hands!", Matt exclaims. "Let's go get that cleaned up". Before I can respond or react, I'm being pulled away from the kitchen by him.
We end up in the bathroom close to my room and he has me to sit down on the closed toilet seat. He stands in front of me and rummages through the medicine cabinet until he finds the alcohol and the bandages. "Wanna tell me what that was about?", he asks me, raising an eyebrow.
"I'm not sure where that's any of your business. It was an honest mistake. I dropped a bowl", I lie and he gives me a look which tells me he doesn't believe me. "Don't look at me like that. You don't know me".
He shakes his head and cleans the scratches and picks out the glass pieces. "I saw you, Addy. You shattered the bowl. You didn't drop it. It broke in your hand and you let it fall", he says, keeping his voice soft. He wasn't accusing me of anything, he was just stating exactly what happened. "Your face is giving you away. I'm right, aren't I? So what happened?".
There was no way I could lie to him now. Of course I could, maybe. Even if he didn't believe me, which I know he wouldn't. But the thing is I don't think I want to lie to him. I have this annoying nagging feeling in my stomach that is urging me to talk to him. To tell him how I feel. "It's a.. family matter", I sigh softly and look down at my bloody hand.
He chuckles a little and wraps my hand in the bandage and nods. "Yeah, I know all about family issues, no worries there", he says and finishes up the bandaging. "You should be good. I got the glass out and everything".
"Thanks" I say softly and quietly. His eyes meet mine and he holds the gaze and so do I. For reasons thankfully unknown, my heart starts pounding in my chest. "I'm here if you need to talk. Whenever. Wherever". I give him a small smile and he stands completely. "Good".
And with that, he walks out of the bathroom, leaving me to wonder who the real Matt is.
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The Car Garage
RomanceAddy had just left her comfortable home with her mother and horrible step father located in Chicago. Now she was staying with her aunt and uncle in a small town of Alabama. The home of the Hicks and the rednecks. Her uncle owns a small car garage...
