This Ain't No Choir

The truth

"Idiot!"

'Smack' went the sound of Sticks hand flying across Matt's cheek, it stung and it felt as if his face was on fire now from such a blow that made him stumble back just a bit to let his back hit the wall, his hand tracing his cheek from the sudden blow and he looked up at Stick as if he could see, as if either them could see.

He Should had sensed that hit coming but he didn't because he was too damn distracted and yeah you guessed it, it was Frank.

"I-.." He was cut off, "I what huh? What do you have to say as an excuse for what I told you the very one thing not to do!" He was furious and he threw the rolled up paper he had keept from last time right towards Matt's face who caught it and squeezed angered now, "Well what did you expect me to do? I wasn't exactly in the state to-" Stick paced back and forth and Matt had never sensed him this way, distraught, anxious, stressed.

It was just barley morning and Stick just appeared in his apartment living room, he had traced his fingers on the towel that Matt let fall on the hallway entrance the night before Frank had pushed him and left. The old man's blood ran cold his face felt stiff and he seemed blank his icy cold clouded eye's seemed to shimer in anxiety. And Matt had stepped out of his room dazed and tired from lack of sleep.

How was it everyone seemed to have a key to his apartment?

Stick ran at him smacked him and the argument began, "How could you just let them inject you?! It's the one thing i-"

"Well I tride ok?! It wasn't like I knew the needle could pierce me so easily! You think I knew-"

"I think you should have done what you were suppose to right," He huffed letting a laugh out throwing his hands up in the air and defeat, "I expected more from you Matty, expected you to do-"

Matt was furious he bent down and ripped the paper in half throwing it in the air, "Well we all can't be Elektra now can we?" He spit the words like venom and his heart felt it contract and convulse the pain of it hurt just by her name and he wanted to tear his chest open and scream because God the truth was he had never forgot about her and he couldn't ever, he had let her down and he beat him self over it every day knowing he didn't try hard enough to protect her, knowing he could have tride harder, that he should have but now she was gone, G o n e. And now he was confused and lost and falling into the arms of a man who too was lost and wasn't thinking straight.

The room was silent and Stick just stood there, like a statue, cold hearted bastard Matthew thought. Cold. Hearted. Bastard.
He balled up his fists his gaze going down as he breathing quickened.

"How long." Was all Stick had said. And Matt shrugged, "How long What? Time before I kick you out-" The old man sneered in pity and looked to his side with a movement of his body that speaked for itself, "Oh boohoo you ganna cry now? So she's deaaaaad. Get over it cry baby, were all ganna fucken die, everyone you ever loved or will love will die, it's why i told you to cut them out of your life, I told you Matty, I told you." He walked over to the kitchen area and opened the fridge he didn't own and pulled a beer out, Matt dead silent.

Stick opened the beer can taking a sip before throwing the can to the sink. "Guh. I forgot you have the cheap shi-" He was grabbed by the collar of his shirt and thrown across the sink right to the coffee table breaking it in the process and Matt lunged at him his fists connecting with his old mentors face.

Fire. It was like Fire burning in him burning in his viens and he couldn't stop from letting a pained roar from his errupt. Stick kicked him and turned him around punching him and throwing him back to the kitchen sink area, Matt's back connecting painfully as Stick walked to him wiping blood from his nose as his foot connected with Matt's chest stepping.