Save Me. (Matthew Espinosa)

Chapter 8 - Hannah

Cameron's POV

The rest of the boys and I make our way back to our hotel rooms from previously being in Matt and Carter's, Carter trailing along as well. I state the obvious as we continue walking. "Okay, what's up with Matt?" I ask the question that's been dwelling on my mind to no one in particular.

"I don't know.. I've never seen him act like this before," Nash responds, speaking my thoughts aloud.

"We all know Matt and he doesn't act like this.. all protective and caring. I mean, come on, he always manipulates girls, and then he just leaves them in the dust. He especially doesn't bring one on tour with him! And she seems so innocent and fragile. Just look at her.. She has bruises all over her. She's obviously been through more than Matt's letting on. That would be wrong on so many levels if Matt did the same to her as he does to every other girl. Where did you say they met Carter?" I finish my rant with a question aimed towards Carter.

"He told me they go way back.. went to school together or something."

"You can't be serious!" I exclaim exasperatedly. It seems like Matt just conjured up a lie, but what could he possibly be trying to cover up?

"I don't know man.. but let's just let Matthew do his thing. There's obviously something about this girl that means something to him if he's bringing her on tour. Give him some time. Wait until we leave Orlando before you say anything," Carter persuades. I sigh in slight annoyance, but decide that Carter's right.

"Whatever," I finally agree.

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Lacey's POV

Matt and I continue to walk, both of our hands clutching plastic bags, containing a few clothing items. Earlier, Matt made the decision that he would bring me to the mall to "buy some stuff". Though, I'm very hesitant to go anywhere my dad might possibly be and I find myself quite paranoid. However, there's also a feeling of happiness that I can't deny. He's buying me clothes that I'll actually be proud to own and wear. After all, I do only have the outfit that I've worn for almost three days now. Matthew continues to show acts of kindness that convince me that he cares about me. He seems so sweet and genuine. Before we left, he offered to let me wear some of his clothes but I declined, politely of course. I would undoubtedly look like a hobo with his oversized, masculine clothes adorning my smaller figure.

"You really don't have to do this Matthew," I tell him for what seems like the millionth time. As much as I appreciate his kindness, I feel kind of guilty that he has to spend his money on me.

"Well, I want to. Plus, you can't wear the same outfit everyday. That's gross," the animated look he gives me is enough to have me laughing and a goofy grin upturns his lips.

As my laughter dies down, I turn fairly serious again. "I'm paying you back every penny once I get the money. I promise."

"Don't."

"Well, I want to," I smirk, mocking his words from a moment ago. He smiles down at me.

"Anyway, are you hungry?" He changes the subject.

"Actually yes." I say, realizing I haven't eaten hardly anything in the past few days. He then directs me to the food court and we scan our choices.

"How about Subway?" he suggests. His eyes point in the direction of the food place and I follow his gaze.

"Never had it." I reply, shrugging my shoulders.

"You've never had Subway?" He questions me with wide eyes to which I shake my head slightly. "Okay, now we have to eat it." he states, not an ounce of doubt in his tone. "What do you want?"