Promises (A Matthew Espinosa Fanfiction)

Chapter 11

I sat up in the seat. I already know that if I was strong enough and fought back the urge to cry, then it wouldn't be possible for me to emotionally break down in front of him. That'll only leave him more curious of me.

The car went slower as he patiently waited for me to start my long story.

But I only stared straight at the road. It was starting to trouble and haunt me again. The sun was still shining, and I was still trying to keep my mood high.

I didn't want it to go low. That's when things would actually go the other way.

He looked at me again, then back at the road. When he looked at me, it was a longing stare. It changed. "You don't have to tell me if you don't feel like it. I just want to learn more about you,"

I set my hands in my lap and took in a deep breath, and blew it out as slow as I could. "Well, it all started when I was at least 15 years old. It was terrifying. I was in the car," I gulped. "The other car was coming straight at us. Like it was intentional. It rammed straight into my dad's side, while I only had a few scratches and cuts from the flying glass."

I decided to continue. My throat was giving out. "I reached over the middle compartment to make sure he was okay. He was holding his side, groaning in pain while blood trickled down the seat, large amounts of it. I called his name a few times, he only said, 'I love you Ara, stay strong for your mother. This was meant to happen, God knew when it was my time to leave this world but I am so glad I have beautiful and intelligent daughter that will take care of her mother.' His hands were still on his side, as he leaned over to me to kiss my forehead. He mouthed, 'I love you.' Before he made his trip to heaven," I felt my eyes starting to water.

"The paramedics didn't get there fast enough. They asked if I was okay right after they gingerly grabbed his body and lifted him on the gurney. His eyes were different. They were lifeless. I felt so much pain then. I didn't know what to do. But my mother was worse, she was much more shattered then I was. I always had to cheer her up, make her look at the bright side of things." My voice came to a whisper as I started the next part. I hated talking about it, mostly because I hated him with a burning passion. Luke.

I took another deep breath before I continued. This was probably before I would break down. "Three months after my father died, I decided to go over Luke's house. He said I could come over there whenever I was feeling lonely. He said I was always welcome because he loved me." I rolled my eyes. He didn't love me.

"So I went upstairs, because normally he would hold me close and kiss my forehead to tell me everything was going to be alright. And when I went up there, another girl was just leaving. I was shocked, I was. . . blinded. Blinded by his fake love that sent me over my limits. He lied and used me; for both reasons. Some say I deserved it, some say I didn't. I felt like I deserved it. All of it."

Matthew stopped the car as soon as I finished the last statement and the last of the whole story.

I instantly regretted my words right when they came out of my mouth.

He clutched the steering wheel with strong force, his jaw tightened and clenched at the same time.

"You didn't deserve any of it!" He slammed his hands against the steering wheel. "How could you say that! You are a nice girl who doesn't get treated right!" He sighed as he calmed down a bit. "I'm going to treat you right sooner or later," He mumbled soft enough that I couldn't make out what he was saying.

The rest of the car ride went by fast just because of the quietness of me, and the ranting of him.

He mentioned a football game Friday night that he was playing in, and he wanted me to come watch him play. I agreed to it.

As he pulled in front of my driveway, he stopped the car and got out and walked me up to my front porch.

His hand reached for my back, but he hurriedly moved it when I noticed.

"Can I have your number, so I can um, get in touch with you for the um, football game? I mean I know it's Wednesday, but still. . ." He said. "Yeah, you can have my number." He nodded and pulled out his phone and unlocked it. I entered my number in his phone. He smiled the whole time.

He literally skipped back to his car, almost tripping over a rock. "Yeah I'm fine, thanks for asking." He sarcastically said as I laughed.

His smile made me feel weak. What was I feeling? I didn't know.

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matt's getting protective hmmm

arabella and matt = marabella haha I ship it but does it even sound right haha

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