*When you guys arrive at the grocery store, y'all get out and go in. You then realize that you're still wearing your bathing suit, and shorts and a hoodie, and your hair was a bit messy. But you don't care because you're not trying to impress anybody... Besides Matt, but he seems to think that you look just fine.*
Matt: Okay, go get a buggy.
*You nod and go and pull out a cart and bring it over to him.*
*Y'all spend about an hour finding everything you needed to. Finally, Matt pays for it with the money your mom gave you. He takes the change, and you push the cart. When y'all get out onto the parking lot, you start running with the cart, and you jump on it. Matt races you, and he wins. When you stop it by the car, y'all are laughing. Matt walks over to you, still laughing, and wraps his arms around you tightly. He kisses you, then pops the trunk. You both start putting the groceries in there. When it's all finished, Matt closes the trunk while you put the cart up. When you get in the car, Matt drives off.*
Matt: Are we ever gonna tell your dad about us?
Y/N: Yeah, eventually.
Matt: I think he suspects it anyway. What if he, like, kills me?
Y/N: *You laugh* He won't, I promise. I'll protect you.
Matt: It's supposed to be the other way around!
Y/N: It's both ways around.
Matt: *He giggles* Okay.
Y/N: But, I apologize in advance if he says something. Or does something.
Matt: Don't worry about it. I'll go through all types of shit for you. I'd even get my ass kicked by your dad to be with you.
Y/N: He won't get that far, trust me.
Matt: *He chuckles* Well, I really hope not. But, I always thought your dad liked me...
Y/N: He does like you. He just doesn't like me dating, even though I'm about to be seventeen.
Matt: That's just how dads are. They're always protective over their little girls, and you can't really blame them.
Y/N: *You nod* You have a good point.
Matt: *He nods* And I'm probably not gonna be able to stay the night tonight, am I?
Y/N: I don't know. Probably not.
Matt: Alright. Well, tomorrow, I'll pick you up or something, or stay and chill. Whatever I can do.
Y/N: Okay, cool. Sounds great.
*When y'all arrive at the house, your mom and dad come out to bring the groceries in. You and Matt help, of course. Finally, y'all are done.*
Mom: Thank you guys, so much.
Matt: No problem. Here's the change. *He holds it out to her*
Mom: Oh, honey, you keep it.
Matt: *He smiles* Thank you. *He puts it in his pocket. It's like ten dollars*
Mom: You're welcome, sweetie. Anyways, I have a night shift. I'll be back at about three in the morning.
Y/N: *You sigh* Okay. Love you, mom.
Mom: Love you too, sweatheart.
*She hugs you and Matt.*
Mom: Bye, Matthew.
Matt: Byeee.
*She grabs her purse and,leaves.*
*You and Matt go to the living room and watch TV. Your dad is in his room. You turn on the show The Carbonaro Effect. Y'all watch it for an hour before your dad walks out.*
Dad: Matthew, it's getting late, you should,probably leave.
Matt: Yes sir.
*Matt stands up and you do too. You hug him and y'all whisper..*
Y/N: I love you.
Matf: I love you too.
*Your dad gives Matt a dirty look and he quickly leaves.*
Y/N: Seriously, dad?
Dad: Shut the fuck up, and if he touches you again, I'm gonna kill him!
Y/N: Dad, I hugged him!
Dad: Bullshit! Go to your fucking room.
*He's been drinking. You roll yours eyes and go upstairs because you don't wanna fight tonight. When you get in your room, you play GTA 5.*
*A few hours later, it's 1:23 AM, and you're starving. You turn off the game and go downstairs. Your dad is sitting on the couch, finishing another bottle.*
Dad: Where the fuck do you think you're going, slick?!
Y/N: I'm just going to the kitchen to get something to eat.
Dad: Come the fuck here, motherfucker.
*You ignore him, and try to quicken up your pace because it's just gonna get you caught up in shit.*
Dad: I SAID COME THE FUCK HERE, BITCH!
*All of a sudden, BAM! An empty glass beer bottle busts on your back, sending you falling to the floor. You hear his heavy footsteps as tears spring to your eyes. Next thing you know, he drags you across the room by your hair. You scream and scream, but nobody is there to help you. He picks you up by your neck, and slams you against the wall. He holds you in place, and glares at you with his blue and red eyes, and he snarls while you try to breathe and get him off of you.*
Dad: Next time I tell you to do something... you fucking DO IT, BITCH!
*He throws you and sends,you flying into the kitchen table. He stomps off as you drop to the ground, sobbing. You run upstairs as your dad laughs. You close and lock the door behind you. You grab your phone, and shakily call Matt. He answers immediately.*
-Convo-
Matt: Hello? *he says groggily*
Y/N: M-Matt.. p-please c-come .. *you let out a sob* g-get me.
Matt: *He was alert now* Y/n, what's wrong?!
Y/n: D-Dad.. *you let out another sob* He's d-drunk.
Matt: I'm on my way, baby, sit tight.
-End Of Convo-
*You quickly grab your drawstring and put your phone charger, iPod, iPad, their chargers, some undergarments, a couple shorts and shirts, your toothbrush an razor in it, and you slide on your galaxy Vans. When you look out your window, Matt's car pulls in quickly. You turn off your lights and run dowstairs as fast as a rocket. As soon as you get in the living room, Matt swings the door open.*
Matt: Y/n!
Dad: What the fuck do you think you're doing here, boy?!
*He gets up and starts stomping towards
Matt, and you start running towards them.*
Y/N: STOP!
*Of course, he doesn't listen. Right before you reach them, your dad punches Matt and busts his nose. He swings again, but you jump in front of Matt and take the blow on your cheek. Matt's eyes widen, and in a flash, POP! Matt punches your dad in the nose. He stumbles back and falls over on the couch. Matt takes your hand and you both run out and jump in Matt's car. He takes off, and you're still sobbing.*
