Intertwined

Chapter 28: Emptiness

Anastasia's P.o.V.-

Matt drives me to a very familiar spot. It is our "old spot", which is an abandoned playground on the rough side of town. As always it is completely vacant, making it useless for me to scream. He grabs me by the waist guiding me to te swing set, where we sit side by side. I beginto move my legs, gently causing the swing to rock. I ponder whether I should make a run for it or not, but my thoughts are interrupted by Matt's sinister laughter. He hops out the swing and grabs hold of mine, jerking me to a stop. He leans down to match my height before speaking.

"I dont wanna hurt anyone else Ana, I just have to have you." He says delusionally.

My blood boils when he says this, and I cant contain my my thoughts any longer.

"Matt you were the one who killed Shawn! What crazy ass person does that shit. You are actually fucked up, and I never want to be with someone like you. EVER." I yell.

He throws his head back for a few seconds before snapping it back down to my level.

"I tried to be nice with you Ana but I cant anymore! Sure I killed Shawn, but the asshole deserved it. He double crossed me with Maye. Not like that matters now. Because you WILL be with me or I will kill every person you love until you are left with nothing, then maybe you will understand how worthless you are. And I will start with that bitch Maye! Because I promise you if I cant have you no one can!" He says calmly.

So calm that it makes his words all the more terrifying. I look away from him, but he snatches my tear-stained face back towards him. He towerers over me, reminding me how small and weak I am. I gather the courage to lift my head up and spit directly in his face. He releases my chin and wipes his face with a disgusting grimace.

"You BITCH!" He yells while slapping the ever living daylights out of me.

Colorful dots blur my vision, as I try not to faint. For the sake of my friends I nod in agreement with him.

"Smart girl. Now lets get the fuck out of here." He says smirking.

We get back into my car, and I clean my face up a bit with some McDonald's napkins that were in the passenger compartment. When I look in the mirror, I am horrified by what I see. My cheek is a bright pink color, implying there will most likely be a bruise there soon. On forehead is a deep gash that extends down to my cheekbone. The rest of my body is extremely fatigued and scraped up. Trying to get the blood off only causes it to bleed more, so I eventually despite all efforts just leave it. The circles under my eyes are noticable from a mile away and with the way my head is throbbing I wouldnt be surprised if I happened to have a concussion. Matt pulls into my driveway and parks the car back under the garage. My parents arent home yet, and shouldnt arrive until later in the evening.

"I will call you later baby." He says helping me out the car and to the door.

"Yeah." I say with defeat.

"Oh yeah, clean yourself up. You look pretty shitty and I dont wanna look at you like that." He says sincerely.

"You are the one who fucking did this-" I begin to say before I am interupted by a look of warning.

I decide its best if I dont finish my sentence.

"Okay, I will get cleaned up baby." I say as my voice breaks on the word baby.

I walk in the house and burst into tears leaning on the door. I slide down to the floor and put my head into my knees. I scream as loud as I can and sob even harder. I tell myself to get it together, so I get up and lock the door behind me just in case. I scim through the house locking every known window and door. I then head upstairs and clean the mess on the stairs as I go. When I open my door, the first thing I notice is the blood that has stained my white carpet. I'll have to clean it up before my parents get home. I walk into my bathroom but stop when my eyes lock on the mirror. As I begin to undress I tend to every bruise and cut careful not to do more damage. I hiss at the pain but push through. I hop in the shower with hopes it will relieve the pain my body feels. Instead it just causes all my emotions to pour out all over again. I get out and wrap up in my towel, shivering at the coldness that hits my broken body. As soon as I get my clothes on there is a knock on my window. I dread looking for the fear of it being Matt. Instead when I open the door, standing with a cop is Lucas.

"I am so sorry officer, I couldve sworn that someone had broken in." Lucas automatically spills once I open the door.

"Are you okay ma'am?" The annoyed officer asks me.

"I am fine sir." I lie.

"It was probably just a misunderstanding." I say on Lucas's behalf.

I lock eyes with Lucas who is staring at me extremely hard. At first I am confused, then I take into count how beaten up I must look to him. A look of serious concern washes over him. The officer tells us to have a nice day while walking back to his car to leave. When he is out of view Lucas turns to me with fury in his eyes.

"Anastasia what in the world happened?" he asks with nothing but concern.

I dont answer, I cant answer. So I stare at his feet, remembering the night we both confessed our liking of one another.

"My boyfriend wouldnt appreciate you being here, so I suggest you leave Lucas." I blurt out, still staring at his feet.

"Boyfriend? oh." he says hurt.

"yeah." I say.

"But I thought we had something." He says.

"Well, I guess you thought wrong." I say trying to push him away.

"I guess I did. But you didnt answer my question. What happened?" he asks.

"Nothing much. I fell going up the stairs and my nose was bleeding so I got blood all over my carpet. Thats all." I say.

"Okay, If you say so." He says.

"So are you gonna pick me up for school tomorrow?" He asks sadly.

I dont want him to get overly suspicious so I shake my head causing him to smile a bit.

"Ill see you tomorrow then." He says.

He turns around and gives me his usual finger point and it takes everything in me to smile at him. I shut and lock the door back before heading upstairs to clean the blood out my carpet. When I finally am able to get the stain out, it is around 6 o'clock. I put my headphones in and listen to Stevie Nicks, before drifting off to sleep. I wake up startled by the sound of my parents slamming the door. My mom peaks her head in my room, and I fake sleep. When she leaves I burst into tears, letting fear take over.

Matt's P.o.V.-

My plan was flawless, and did exactly what I wanted it too. I showed her that she will always be mine and there is no escaping that. So now she has no choice but to listen to me, which is all I ever wanted her to do. But her attitude and independence has always got in the way of that. I finally get to be with her, and my mind is eased by this thought. I some what feel guilty for my actions I have committed in order to put this plan into place, but I am willing to do anything to keep her. And now that I have I am willing to do anything even if that means getting rid of anyone who tries to come between us.