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Small talk

I sit in his bed and tie my hair up into a pony tail and he sits across from me. "I wanna ask you something." He says and I raise and eyebrow at him.

"Go ahead." I say and place my hands inside my hoodie.

"Did you ever try to fight back?" He asks and I look to the ground.

"Um.. No." I say quietly and his lips form a strait line.

"Why not?"

"He was 197 pounds , I was 125." I say with a shrug.

"Wait so.. Are you still a virgin?" He asks and I'm becoming annoyed.

"Yeah, there was no way I would ever let him go that far." I say and he looks agitated,

"Wait so you just let him touch you?" He asks, sounding slightly disgusted.

"Oh my god no!" I say, I feel offended, anger is completely taking over.

"But that's what you just said!" He fires back and I glare at him.

"How in the hell was I supposed to fight back??!! Do you know how much it sucks to be in foster care?? You don't want to lose your home! It's sucks ass going back to the foster house, and to have him be at least fifty pounds over me. And I was twelve! I was frail as hell in the foster house they don't give you this 3 meals a day bullshit you get one meal. So before you go and talk about me "fighting back" look at it from my perspective. I didn't want him to touch me, but I couldn't out up a fight. I shoved him off. That's what I did."

At this point anger is fuming off of me and I'm breathing hard from all the talking I just did.

"You can't use tags as an excuse." He says and I squint at him. "Using foster care as an excuse." He states and I stand up.

"Mother fucker if I wasn't in foster care I would have never had him as a foster parent. And don't you dare tell me what I can use as an excuse cause you should no damn well with everything that's happened in your life that you can use whatever excuse you can, who gives a damn, it's easy to hide. You just have to come to grips that all of your excuses don't mean shit to you but they can mean the world to someone else. You know what excuses are good for, to shut asshholes like you the fuck up." I say and begin to walk.

I don't stop, I don't care if he comes after me, I'm so sick of things ending up like this, it's like no matter how hard I try to live a normal life, people pull my past into it.
"Babe!" He calls and I hear his footsteps echoing mine as I trot down the stairs. "Shit, Mary Anne please, stop." He calls after me and I feel his hand on my own. He spins me around and I'm already crying.

"You can't say shit like that to me. Leave my last out of my present please." I beg as he pulls me into his chest and he just cradles me. "You have no idea.." I whisper and he rubs a hand up and down my back.

"Idea of what Mary?" He asks and I hug him tighter to me.

"T-to, to... Shit never mind." I whisper and he wipes the tears away from my face.

"You don't have to explain baby, it's okay." He whispers, wiping under my eyes. "God, shit I'm sorry babe, this is the same stuff I think about with Emma, she was such a great person and she could have called us if she was ever having issues... I guess I just unloaded what's been killing me for years, you did too." He says with a slight smile and a laugh.

"Well I'm happy we're low fuses now." I say smiling sleepily up at him and he pulls me in for a kiss.

"I'm so sorry, please know I don't mean to ever make you cry baby." He says pulling me into his chest again.

"It's okay I'm sorry for getting so mad, I don't usually do that." I say, feeling embarrassed.

"I don't blame you I would have beat the shit out of me if I were you." He says with a slight chuckle.

"I'll take your word for it." I say with a laugh and we both head back to his bedroom.
.......
Next day

"Hey, baby." Mathew says nudging my shoulder.

"Hm?" I ask rolling to meet his beautiful chocolate eyes.

"We gotta grab you some clothes before school." He says and I nod, the second U stand up, my stomach disagrees.

"I'm.. I'm gonna be sick."

I say to him and he pats my back, there a bathroom right through that door baby." He tells me and I take his word for it. I sprint towards the door as me feel the bike in my throat again and I vomit the sprite and mc wrap from last night into the toilet. Mathews pulling my hair back and rubbing my back.

"What's going on with you Mary Anne?" He asks sounding genuinely concerned and I just shrug. "We're gonna go ahead and stay home again baby, are you okay?" He asks and I flush the toilet, my stomach is twisting so bad.

"Mathew... Incase I have anything contagious maybe you should go to school anyways." I say and he shakes his head.

"Hell no, I ain't leaving you at home sick alone." He says and I just rest my head against his chest. He picks me up bridal styler and lays me back down in the bed. He covers me with his comforter and kisses my forehead. "I'm gonna go get you a glass of water, okay?" He asks and I nod. I hear his feet descend the stairs and I stare at the ceiling. I've known him for 8 days and we just had our first fight..weird.

He brings it in and I try to sit up but cringe at my muscles becoming sore inside my stomach. "What hurts baby?" He asks softly, setting the glass in the bedside table and I've got my eyes locked on his.
"I don't even know, it just hurts." I say and he smiles.

"Your so cute babe." He tells me and I blush.

"Well thank you handsome."

I sit up slowly now, and I take the drink in my hand. I sip it slowly and key the coldness over take me, have you ever just sat and drank cold water..? It's boss. "Mary Anne you look like your high." Mathew says laughing and I begin laughing as well, despite my insides screaming at me.

He pulls me into his embrace again and I lay against him, I'm so exhausted and everything hurts so badly. His chest is warm and inviting, my body is freezing, I can literally feel myself shivering. He moves a piece of hair behind my ear. Touching my forehead in the process and his brows furrow.

"You're burning up sweet thing." He tells me and I find that odd because I'm so cold. "I don't like this, if one more thing comes up I'm gonna take you to get checked out okay?" He says softly as he plays with my hair.

"How are you Mary Anne?" A voice asks, but I'm blindfolded and I can't tell who's voice it it. "I asked you a question darling." The voice snaps and I feel something running up my thigh and I shudder. "Okay play hard to get. I dig that." He says as he runs a hand up my neck.

My eyes snap open and I free myself from Mathews embrace and I launch for the toilet, at this point I'm puking up water, my insides twisting like pasta and tears streaming down my face like there's no tomorrow.

"Babe, it's okay." He whispers, repeating the same things he's done the past two times. I'm not even crying about the memories any more I'm crying about the pain in my body. "Oh shit, babe." He says alarmed before I can flush the toilet and clear the water. "Babe your throwing up blood, come on, we're going to the hospital." He says and I stand up and the pain makes the tears heavier.

He picks me up bridal style and grabs his keys as he trots down the stairs. "See you guys later." He says to Shane and Shane gives him a worried look.

"What's going on?" Shane asks, sounding concerned.

"Um.. I think she might have a stomach ulcer."

A/n ooooohh shit!!!! I know it's drama and its speeding up, you'll get it soon though ❤️❤️❤️ Luv u guys please comment and vote, good night.