"Come here you stupid bitch! You think you can get away from me! You never leave me!" Ryan screamed, as he loomed over me.
I felt him getting closer and closer and I tried to move away as fast as I could.
I could feel his breath on my face as his lips skimmed over my skin, biting where ever he touched.
I started shuttering as I felt his hands slide down my body.
"No! No! Ryan stop!" I screamed.
His face suddenly changed and he looked at me with concerned eyes.
"Bella?" Came Matt's voice.
My eyes widened and I was shaken awake.
I looked up at Matt with wide eyes.
His eyes were hard with strain as he held me up and against his chest.
"It's okay Bella. I'm here." He murmured against my temple.
I didn't realize I was crying until Matt wiped my face with the bottom of his shirt.
"Oh I'm sorry. I'm messing up your shirt." I cried even harder.
"Bella I don't care about the shirt. I'm worried about you. Did you have another nightmare?" He asked, keeping his voice soft.
I nodded my head slowly, laying my head against his chest and listening to his steady heart beat.
His strong arms that held me close made me feel safe and after a couple of minutes, I was breathing normally again.
"Do you want to tell me about it?" Matt asked.
I stayed silent for a moment, not knowing how to begin.
"If it's too hard, you don't have to talk about it. I'll just sit here and hold you till you fall back to sleep." Matt said.
I smiled at how sweet he is.
I have no idea how I got so lucky.
It was a few minutes before I finally mustered the courage to speak.
"I was dreaming about all my nights with Ryan. When he would,---force himself on me. Pleasing himself while he hurt me." I said, venom laced in my words.
I felt Matt's body stiffen and I was instantly on alert.
Stiffness could only mean one thing for me.
Pain.
I quickly pulled away, but then stopped myself.
This is Matt!
He would never hurt me.
He's proved that time and time again.
He's been in the stinky, bleak hospital as long as I have.
Because he doesn't want to leave my side.
I suddenly felt ashamed of my thoughts.
If Matt knew I had pulled away from him because I thought he was going to hurt me, he would be devastated.
I kept my lips zipped shut and looked up at him through my eyelashes.
His eyes were hard and his mouth was set in a straight line.
His arms were tightly flexed and his hands were clenched into fists.
"He,---he raped you?" Matt finally spit out, after a few tense minutes of quiet.
