Chapter 29

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by shelbywrite

by shelbywrite

I winced, my eye hurt. My back felt cold, actually my whole body. I opened my eyes and saw nothing but white, I began to move my head. I barely moved an inch before a surging strike of pain hit me in the forehead. I gritted my teeth and went back to my original position. What the hell..? Then the memory hit me as fast as Taylor had on that beach. I must of blacked out.

I felt a ping of humor creep into my mind, I sure did get hurt a lot when I was with these boys. But this time, one of them had done it. It was on purpose, to hurt me. I closed my eyes and heard a door close nearby.

“Mykenna! Don’t get up, I’m coming.” Matthew’s voice rang out in the silence. “Don’t move okay, I’ll help you roll off.” Roll off? I raised my eyebrows as his face hovered over me. He put one arm under my knees, the other under my neck, and lifted. I was used to his way of moving me by now. I managed to look to the side carefully and saw that we were in what looked like a hotel room, or apartment. It was small, but modern and new looking.

I realized I had been laying on a small, rectangular love seat sat against a wall, which had a large window above it. I looked at the place in wonder, where was I? I was with Matthew, at his, hotel room? Where was Shawn? Where were the other boys? I hope Taylor wasn’t here. We slipped through a doorway and he shut it quietly behind us.

“I hope you don’t mind, your phone rang earlier and I answered it, Cameron said he will be here tomorrow, something about being stuck in excessive security. It’s 2 a.m. by the way, so that’s why I was being so quiet.” He mumbled on, occasionally looking down at me quickly, before his eyes danced away again. I nodded and relaxed as I felt my body hit something soft, it was a bed. A medium sized bed with a thick, metal frame and red sheets.

“Don’t worry, this is my hotel room, so no visits from Taylor, or Shawn, or anyone else. Are you tired? I’ll let you sleep. Are you feeling okay?” Matthew took his arms out from under me and crossed them across his face. I nodded and rested my head against the pillow. I was comfortable, but cold. I shivered and bit my lip.

“Oh yeah, those shorts don’t cover much, um I’ll grab you a blanket.” He not very subtly took a long glance at my legs before looking away. He started to move, but I grabbed his arm. I shook my head, pulling him towards me. I didn’t need a blanket, I was okay. Then I saw the dark circles beneath his eyes. I had never seen him in such a way before, worn out and weak. I couldn’t bare it. I motioned towards the bed and he lied down.

“Sleep.” I whispered and rolled over to make more room.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or make you feel weird I mean I haven’t even talked to you for a long time I don’t want to get ahead of myself or anything…” He trailed off and I stuck my hand over his mouth, shaking my head. I let out a smile and rolled on my side cautiously to face him. He had gotten even taller, and I was only eye level with his chin, even as we were lying here. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts fill the six inches between us.

Wake up. You need to open your eyes. Wake. Up. Look at this. Look at me. Wake up! My eyes shot open. I was in the bed I remembered falling asleep in, and looked over to see Matthew lying peacefully, very close to me. So close, that I saw his bare chest before I saw his face. His arms were once again around me, resting on my back, his right hand lower than I expected.

I felt the urge to jump away, I had not had anyone touch me in such a way since Shawn had. We had never slept this close, however. This was new. I looked up and decided to wake him up. I lightly tapped the side of his face, knowing how light he slept most of the time. He opened his eyes and his brows were knitted together. He looked down and saw me, and the worry in his face left.

“Hello there, gorgeous. You feeling any better now?” His lips moved slowly, and I watched every movement. I shrugged.

“Well, alright. Let’s get up, and we can take a shower if you want, well not together, I mean not that I wouldn’t want to, but um, okay I need to stop before I dig my own grave here.” He chuckled and propped himself up, and rose to his feet.

“Cmon, you can shower first. Not to sound weird, but I stopped at Cameron’s apartment while you were, um, out, and I grabbed some clothes for you, because I assumed you would like to shower. Yes, I asked Cameron for permission and he was okay with it, he told me where you kept everything and what you like to wear.” Matthew smiled his casual smirk at me and pulled me up to sit.

“Can you walk? Actually, this is easier.” He once again picked me up and carried me. He had a thing for carrying me. I smiled, and closed my eyes gently. He set me down easily on my feet, and helped balance myself against the shower.

“Here we are, okay your bag is in the corner, just um, yeah shower.” He laughed and ran a hand through his shaggy hair nervously. He let go of me carefully and walked out, closing, but not latching the door behind him. I could tell he was somewhat worried about me. I shrugged it off and took off my tank tops, peeled off my shorts. I needed a shower. I got in, the water hitting me quickly. It felt incredible.

I was done, dressed in a fresh pair of shorts, slightly longer this time, and a light grey, thick strapped tank top. I grabbed a fresh towel and rang out my hair, making sure it wasn’t dripping, I carefully wiped off the fogged mirror, and gasped. My eye was not swollen, but a terrible, revolting color of purple mixed with light green. I look beyond repairable.

Makeup would not take this away. Not that I wore much makeup these days anyway, but still. I felt tears slide through my eyes, making me look even worse. How had Matthew looked at me, and called me gorgeous? I looked like a monster. I looked disgusting. The tears were silent, but I felt like screaming. This wasn’t all about physical appearance, I was no selfish, drama queen.

This was far more mental. I can’t believe that Taylor had hit me. I can’t believe he said those thing aloud to me. I can’t believe I was in Matthew’s hotel room, crying into a mirror. My life had nothing left, and more was taken from me each day.