The Life I Had Before (16/?)
Title: The Life I Had Before
Author: Charlotte (altogingenting )
Beta: The always incredible ms_belle10 , thank you so much! You are fantastic!
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG
Summary: Can they see past their pasts, embrace the present and look forward to the future?
Warnings: This chapter: language
Feedback: Highly appreciated
Disclaimer: I don’t own Muse or anyone/anything related to them, this is pure fiction.
Notes: AU
Matthew’s POV
When I arrived at my flat, the door was, to my big surprise, unlocked. I was sure I remembered to lock it when I went out. I stepped inside and closed the door carefully. I listened for any suspicious sounds, but when I couldn’t hear any I went into my living room, where I found a woman sitting on my couch. She was about my age, dressed in black and looked bored and annoyed. It didn’t take me long to figure out why she was here. She was here to check if I had done anything I shouldn’t.
“Finally! Where the hell have you been?” the woman asked.
“Just out,” I answered. “And you are Miss…?”
“It is Mrs. actually, Mrs. Davis,” she answered.
“Okay, Mrs. Davis let’s just get over with this because I’m tired and I want to take a shower and relax,” I said coldly. I had no intentions of being nice to her; normally, I tried to be polite to the agents that were sent over, but she had broken into my flat and I didn’t like it.
“Like I care, just get in the shower. I’ve waited for an hour, I can wait a bit more,” Mrs. Davis replied just as coldly.
“No, I’m not going in the shower while you are here. Just start searching around and ask me whatever you’d like to,” I said annoyed.
“Fine,” she replied through gritted teeth and started to look around in the flat.
I found myself a glass of water and sat down on the couch. Words do not exist for how much I hate having my flat searched and getting questioned. They should know by now that they won’t find anything of interest.
After a while, I figured out that Mrs. Davis must have been new to searching a flat. She was much more carful than the people who had searched it in the past and she didn’t ask questions, so I couldn’t help but make a remark on it.
“First time searching a flat?” I asked.
“As a matter of fact yes,” Mrs. Davis answered. “Does it bother you?”
“What? Having my flat searched or this being your first time?” I asked coldly.
“Fuck you,” she said. “Just so you know; I know you’ve been in contact with Resist. I just need to find proof.”
“Good luck with that, you won’t find anything. I haven’t been in contact with Resist,” I protested.
“You have! Don’t try to tell me that you didn’t write the speech Rose Johnson gave a month or two ago. Those words could only have been written by you. There is no one else who could have written it. The speech practically screamed Matthew Bellamy,” Mrs. Davis said.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but that wasn’t me. Someone else must have copied my way of writing,” I lied.
“Sure,” she mumbled and continued to look around.
“How do you even end up with a job like this?” I asked to distract her.
“I kind of got married to it… Six years ago I started to see someone, but the problem was that I was already seeing someone else. I didn’t know how to tell him, but he found out after two years and threw me out. Our son is living with him for the most part, so my husband offered me a job where he works and I’ve worked my way up,” she answered.
I frowned in disgust; how could she do such a thing? Cheating on someone is bad enough, but for two years? I didn’t know how to respond, so I decided to keep my mouth shut. It was probably for the best; if I had opened my mouth we would most likely end up in a verbal fight. I’d done that once before, the fight and the consequences had been bad, they grounded me for two months.
“Where have you been, by the way?” she asked. “‘Just out’ isn’t an answer.”
“Just out running, I have to keep in shape you know,” I answered. I don’t think the truth would have done me any good in this case, rather the opposite.
“Sure, but to be honest I don’t see why you bother. It’s not like you are going to get a girlfriend with your past. You’re a murderer; I don’t think there are many girls interested in dating a murderer,” she said with a sly smile.
Her remark made me boil with anger. How dare she look down on me? It’s not like she was any better than me. Making people’s lives miserable is what she does for a living and I didn’t mean to do what I did. I formed my hands into fits, rage was burning inside me. I wanted to tell her to piss off, but was afraid of the possible consequences. After a minute I was too angry to keep it in me, since she was new I hoped she wasn’t too familiar with the rules.
“Fuck off! How dare you say such a thing? Look at yourself, you cheated on your ex for two years and now you make lives miserable for a living. What kind of life is that? And I don’t take dating advice from an unfaithful woman. I’m not a murderer; I didn’t mean to kill her. I just wanted to escape. I had a gun pointing at my face, what did you expect me to do? Let her kill me? You don’t know a damn thing about what I have been through, so I suggest you shut the fuck up!” I said angrily.
Mrs. Davis didn’t answer. She was shocked by my outburst. While I had talked I had risen from the couch so I sat back down. I was ready for getting punishment when she, to my surprise, mumbled:
“Sorry.”
I snorted. She could be sorry, but I still meant what I had said. I knew it was evil to bring up the details of her life she had told me, but I meant every word of it. Cheating on your boyfriend for two years is not something a normal person would do.
She searched the rest of the flat in silence and to her annoyance and my relief, she found nothing.
“I know you were involved in that speech, Bellamy and I will prove it, just wait. I will tear you down once and for all. You shouldn’t have insulted me; I will get you back. Just wait and see,” Mrs. Davis spat when she finally left.
As soon as I heard the door close I sighted with relief. I was safe…for now.