Hey Pretty (20/?)
Hey Pretty
Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Matt/Dom
WARNING: This chapter deals with some Non/Con and violence
Summary: “Hey pretty, don’t you wanna take a ride with me through my world?” Based on the lyrics of 'Hey Pretty' by Poe. Soundtrack is available here!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19
A/N: This is going off on it's own now.. I have an idea of where I was going to take it but it's sort of developing in a new way. So I'm just gonna roll with it, see where it takes me.
“Are you sure you are alright Dominic?” Matthew asked me again and I sighed, giving him a nod.
“I'm fine, please stop asking.” Something in my tone obviously gave Matthew pause as he eyed me critically before setting down his container of food from the Thai place a few blocks down from my apartment. He reached over and pulled my own container from my hands, setting it down on the coffee table.
“You've not been acting like yourself all night since you came home. I can tell that something is bothering you but you don't want to share.. well, that's fine. But I hate seeing you like this. It worries me that there's something wrong.” Matthew gave me a look that made my stomach twist as he held one of my hands in his.
“I..” I started and then paused, hesitant to form the words that could be my downfall. “It's just a rough day at work is all. Clive's been an asshole lately and it's hard, you know?” I said lamely, giving Matthew a shrug. He watched me, obviously he wasn't buying the whole story.
“If something was wrong, you would tell me right?” Matthew asked and I looked at him, feeling the color drain from my face.
“If something was wrong? What do you mean?”
“I mean, if there was something wrong, anything at all, you'd tell me? Because Dom, you know how much I care for you. And I want to try to help you. You are like my bright ray of sunshine usually and.. well, you're looking a bit dim right now and I want to make you happy. I don't let it when you aren't always smiling and happy. It doesn't look right on you.” Matthew rambled and I felt increasingly awful as he spoke. I couldn't help the sudden tears that welled up in my eyes and I tried my hardest to hold them back, to hide them from worrying Matthew. He caught me face with his hand just as I was turning and ducking my head however.
“Dominic!” He exclaimed as she pulled me close to him and I reached out, wrapping myself around his middle, face buried into his chest as the tears spilled over and I wept. He made soothing noises as he rubbed my back.
I felt lost and numb as I cried on my couch, held in Matthew's arms as he tried to soothe me and let me cry. I was glad that he wasn't asking me what was wrong at this moment, letting me just cry on him.
Time seemed to warp and sway, I could have been there like that for five minutes or five hours, I wasn't sure but every stab of pain I felt earlier in the day was coming out in my tears. I could still feel Clive's hands on me, though Matthew's touch was slowly erasing the bitterness of it. Instead of the hard edge, it was dulled to a phantom burn on my soul. I knew that I would always remember it but it wasn't so harsh right now as I wrapped myself up in Matthew, breathing in his scent, being surrounded by his deceptively strong arms.
Tom must have come home at one point because I felt the couch dip to my other side. I didn't pay attention to what was spoken above my head, the quiet conversation between my lover and my friend. I felt Matthew shift and I fisted my hand in his shirt, trying to hold onto him like a child. I didn't care. I was looking for whatever comfort I could find right now.
“Hey, it's alright Dom, I'm not going anywhere, just relax. You're going to kill your back all curled up like that.” Matthew's voice drifted above me and I relaxed, twisting myself in a more comfortable position, head in Matthew's lap. I wiped at my tear-stained face, blinking a bit as I looked up at Matt and tom, both of whom were looking at me with looks of concern. I closed my eyes and twisted my face away, burying my face into Matthew's stomach.
“Dom. You stupid wanker, stop this.” Tom said and I felt Matthew tense.
“Fuck off Tom.” I croaked, not moving.
“Not a chance mate. Whatever the hell is going on right now you aren't helping. Stop acting like a fucking ostrich.” Tom poked me in the side and I growled at him.
“Lay off Tom. Now. I'm not in the mood.” I told him, opening my eyes, twisting my face to look at him, fixing him with a baleful glare.
“Not in the mood? Really? Shall I make an appointment for when you are in the mood?” He goaded me.
“Thomas. Enough. I don't want to talk about this.”
“Of course not. Instead you are going to cry on Matt's shoulder here and then brush the whole thing off as stress from work. I've watched you do this before. I'm not going to watch it again. You want to become a big dumb flightless bird with his head in the sand, then go ahead, be my fucking guest.”
I wasn't sure what it was that set me off. Tom's continual goading of me? Perhaps. His snide comments when I was already feeling low? Probably. The ostrich comments when he knew I hated it. Most likely. All I knew was one second I was in Matt's arms, laying partly in his lap, trying to keep calm after my crying jag and the next, I was at Tom's throat, trying to pummel the life out of him.
It wasn't the first time we had ever come to blows. Even best friends get into fights. Likely because we each knew the best way to set each other off. The only thing I was sure of was that I was seeing red and Tom's face had the bulls-eye on it.
“FUCK YOU TOM! FUCK YOU!” I screamed as I punched him in the face, knocking him from the couch as I launched myself at him, springing atop him as I fended off his own blows as best I could, not even feeling the punches he did land on me, not feeling as we rolled and knocked into the coffee table, knocking off the remains of the meal I was sharing with Matthew.
I was under Tom for only a few seconds, getting my arse handed to me before I got my legs under me, so to speak, knee coming up to Tom's groin sharply. He grunted, collapsing atop me as I pummeled him while he was down, rolling out from under him before Matt was on me, dragging me off of my best friend and roommate. I lashed out for a moment more before Matthew whirled me around and screamed in my face.
'What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
I suddenly felt the fight drain from me and I looked at the utter chaos that I'd caused before I took flight, running from the mess and from the apartment, leaving a confused Matthew and a battered Tom behind.
-
I wiped at the blood that was drying on my face with a wet paper towel from where I was camped out in the coffeehouse bathroom. Tom was a scrapper, I gave him that. He had managed to bloody my nose and I could see I was going to have a black eye with the way my left eye was starting to swell up already. My knuckles were also bruised and bloody and I could taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. I passed my tongue over my lip, wincing when I found the spit that was the source of the taste.
Fantastic.
This day was turning out to be the worst I'd had in a long time. For as perfect as yesterday had been, this was the total opposite. In fleeing from my apartment, I'd left my phone and wallet behind and all I had was a handful of coins and a few bills in my pocket. It was enough to buy myself a hot chocolate at the coffeehouse, use their bathroom to clean up and generally just hide out for a few hours. I'd even forgotten my keys.
Emerging from the bathroom finally I nodded over to the girl behind the counter who had taken my order when I walked in. Thursdays apparently made for slow nights for coffee as she had immediately fretted about my appearance. I was grateful when she dropped it and took my order rapidly and pointed me to the bathroom so I could neaten up a bit. Either she really felt sorry for me or she was concerned that I might scare away what few customers she had. In either case I was happy to hole up in a corner of the shop with my hot chocolate and leave everyone else alone.
The girl apparently had felt sorry for me as I found whipped cream and extra chocolate drizzle on top, as well as her number written on the paper sleeve of the cup. I ignored the number but I made sure to thank her for the extras before making my way to chair in the corner, the light thankfully dimmer there. I was looking to wallow in my misery alone.
The universe however had other plans for me it seemed as twenty minutes later and the last remaining dregs of my hot chocolate had gone cold, Clive Whitmer, the source of my troubles and bane of my existence, walked in the door. I didn't see him at first as I was mostly absorbed in watching the people pass by outside as the rain started up.
It was ironic that I was in a miserable mood and it was raining. Just like every John Cusack movie where he loses the girl and he's left in his leather jacket, standing in the rain. I guess I found it amusing because I'd always been such a fan of his movies and now I felt like I was in one of his roles. Well, minus actually standing in the rain. Instead I was sitting in a coffehouse, drinking hot chocolate as my black eye puffed up and took on an interesting shade of purple.
I head Clive before I saw him, his voice cutting through my thoughts and making me look up towards the counter where he had just finished placing his order. Clive, in one shining moment of awareness he never previously displayed, looked up and over at me, that shark grin sliding across his face as he spotted me. I sank lower in my seat as he turned his attention away from me, getting his drink from the girl behind the counter. I watched him as he chatted her up a bit, the expression on her face looking disgusted with him but not so much that he apparently noticed it.
I felt trapped as I looked towards the door, inconveniently located on the other side of Clive. I'd have to walk past him where the shop bottle-necked at the counter in order to get to the door. I appeared I was stuck.
Clive picked up his drink and slid his card to the girl at the counter. As he turned his back I watched her pick it up and toss it in the trashcan. Bravo to her, she certainly had more brains than I did. Of course my boss was now making his way to me, slipping into the seat next to me, leaning far too close for my comfort.
“Dom! Fancy meeting you here!” He exclaimed.
“Fancy that. Can't imagine why you'd be here. Slumming it out in the artsy part of Santa Monica?” I scoffed, wishing my mouth had not decided to run off on its own like that. Smart mouthed comments were not going to win me anything more than another black eye. Clive let is slide by, unnoticed. He did however notice something else.
“What have you been up to Dommy boy? A bit of rough without me? I'm disappointed!” Clive laughed, touching my swelling eye. I winced and pulled away.
“You didn't go and do something stupid now did you, like tell your little bit of fun on the side boy toy about us? Looks like he didn't take it well did he?”
“No Clive. I didn't tell him anything. And it's none of your fucking business you prick.” I snarled back at him. He laughed and raised his hands in a mocking 'back-off' gesture.
“No need to get so defensive there princess, just asking is all. Contrary to what you may think, I do care about you. I don't want anyone damaging you.”
Clive's comment seemed less than caring about me as an actual person and more like caring about property and I made a face at that. He of course ignored it like he ignored much of the world around him, choosing to live in his own little world where everyone fell down at his feet to worship him. The only worshiping I was doing as far as Clive was involved was praying that he got his comeuppance.
“Come on sweetness. I can take you back home and take care of you better than anyone else could, you know that right? I've got everything you could possibly want, money, toys, kinky sex, the world on a string. All for you.” Clive's voice was grating on my nerves and I had closed my eyes, wincing as I rubbed the only spot on my face that didn't feel like it had been whacked with a meat tenderizer.
I felt a hand on my leg, creeping upward into dangerous territory and I froze, suddenly that terror I had felt back at the studio was creeping up on me. I could easily fend Clive off, I knew this, or at least that little part of my mind did but the other parts were currently frozen in the grips of something akin to shock.
Clive controlled my life now. I was losing everything around me and he was making sure that I broke every connection around me through my own stupid mistakes, stupid choices and stupid actions. I'd fought with my best friend, looked like a complete arse in from of my boyfriend, left myself stranded with no money, no way back and no chance.
Clive's hand reached my groin at the same time I felt him nuzzle my neck, biting far too harshly at my ear. I liked it when Matthew nibble there lightly, Clive's bites were harsh and too painful.
My eyes snapped open, lungs gasping for breath as I managed to push Clive away with a shove of my shoulder. I couldn't stand his touch on me.
“Stop!” I hissed at him, a note of pleading leaking into my tone.
“Dominic?”
A familiar voice froze me once more and I turned my gaze from Clive to the voice that spoke. While Clive's hands had been wandering and I had been trying to shut him out, more patrons had entered the coffeehouse, escaping the sudden rainstorm of the early evening.
Kelly stood in front of me with a group of her friends, the look on her face was a mixture of confusion, revulsion and something I couldn't determine. I felt horror slipping onto my own face as Clive, unwilling to be pushed aside, returned his hand to my lap. Kelly's eyes took in the entire scene and I couldn't even begin to think of how she was taking all of this, what she thought was happening. There was a roaring sound in my ears, the sound of my entire life exploding in one fatal moment.
She would tell Chris of course, it would lead to him informing Matthew. I'd lose him, I'd lose Nathan as well. Tom would never let me back into our apartment after our fight. I was finished.
Something inside of me snapped at that very moment. I'd hit rock bottom in that instant. There wasn't going to be anything left for me here anymore, Clive's threats were hollow.
“Clive.” I said calmly as I turned to the man. He smile that shark smile grin at me.
“Go fuck yourself.”
With that simple phrase, I took my life back into my own hands, on my terms. Quite spectacularly as I hauled off and punched Clive across the face, sending him sprawling to the floor. He knocked the table holding his coffee, sending that up in a shower of scalding liquid, a discarded newspaper that had been left by the last patron joining into the mess.
“Keep your fucking filthy hands off me. Never again Clive. I'm not your property.” I snarled at him, not even caring that the rest of the coffeehouse around me had erupted into chaos, the barista dialing for the police at the first sign of trouble, some customers fleeing, some staying so they could gawk at the fight.
I looked up after a moment, directly at Kelly who had remained frozen where she was, watching everything happening in front of her with a look of shock on her face.
“I'm so sorry Kells, for all this mess. I love Matthew, just let him know that alright?”
Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Matt/Dom
WARNING: This chapter deals with some Non/Con and violence
Summary: “Hey pretty, don’t you wanna take a ride with me through my world?” Based on the lyrics of 'Hey Pretty' by Poe. Soundtrack is available here!
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19
A/N: This is going off on it's own now.. I have an idea of where I was going to take it but it's sort of developing in a new way. So I'm just gonna roll with it, see where it takes me.
“Are you sure you are alright Dominic?” Matthew asked me again and I sighed, giving him a nod.
“I'm fine, please stop asking.” Something in my tone obviously gave Matthew pause as he eyed me critically before setting down his container of food from the Thai place a few blocks down from my apartment. He reached over and pulled my own container from my hands, setting it down on the coffee table.
“You've not been acting like yourself all night since you came home. I can tell that something is bothering you but you don't want to share.. well, that's fine. But I hate seeing you like this. It worries me that there's something wrong.” Matthew gave me a look that made my stomach twist as he held one of my hands in his.
“I..” I started and then paused, hesitant to form the words that could be my downfall. “It's just a rough day at work is all. Clive's been an asshole lately and it's hard, you know?” I said lamely, giving Matthew a shrug. He watched me, obviously he wasn't buying the whole story.
“If something was wrong, you would tell me right?” Matthew asked and I looked at him, feeling the color drain from my face.
“If something was wrong? What do you mean?”
“I mean, if there was something wrong, anything at all, you'd tell me? Because Dom, you know how much I care for you. And I want to try to help you. You are like my bright ray of sunshine usually and.. well, you're looking a bit dim right now and I want to make you happy. I don't let it when you aren't always smiling and happy. It doesn't look right on you.” Matthew rambled and I felt increasingly awful as he spoke. I couldn't help the sudden tears that welled up in my eyes and I tried my hardest to hold them back, to hide them from worrying Matthew. He caught me face with his hand just as I was turning and ducking my head however.
“Dominic!” He exclaimed as she pulled me close to him and I reached out, wrapping myself around his middle, face buried into his chest as the tears spilled over and I wept. He made soothing noises as he rubbed my back.
I felt lost and numb as I cried on my couch, held in Matthew's arms as he tried to soothe me and let me cry. I was glad that he wasn't asking me what was wrong at this moment, letting me just cry on him.
Time seemed to warp and sway, I could have been there like that for five minutes or five hours, I wasn't sure but every stab of pain I felt earlier in the day was coming out in my tears. I could still feel Clive's hands on me, though Matthew's touch was slowly erasing the bitterness of it. Instead of the hard edge, it was dulled to a phantom burn on my soul. I knew that I would always remember it but it wasn't so harsh right now as I wrapped myself up in Matthew, breathing in his scent, being surrounded by his deceptively strong arms.
Tom must have come home at one point because I felt the couch dip to my other side. I didn't pay attention to what was spoken above my head, the quiet conversation between my lover and my friend. I felt Matthew shift and I fisted my hand in his shirt, trying to hold onto him like a child. I didn't care. I was looking for whatever comfort I could find right now.
“Hey, it's alright Dom, I'm not going anywhere, just relax. You're going to kill your back all curled up like that.” Matthew's voice drifted above me and I relaxed, twisting myself in a more comfortable position, head in Matthew's lap. I wiped at my tear-stained face, blinking a bit as I looked up at Matt and tom, both of whom were looking at me with looks of concern. I closed my eyes and twisted my face away, burying my face into Matthew's stomach.
“Dom. You stupid wanker, stop this.” Tom said and I felt Matthew tense.
“Fuck off Tom.” I croaked, not moving.
“Not a chance mate. Whatever the hell is going on right now you aren't helping. Stop acting like a fucking ostrich.” Tom poked me in the side and I growled at him.
“Lay off Tom. Now. I'm not in the mood.” I told him, opening my eyes, twisting my face to look at him, fixing him with a baleful glare.
“Not in the mood? Really? Shall I make an appointment for when you are in the mood?” He goaded me.
“Thomas. Enough. I don't want to talk about this.”
“Of course not. Instead you are going to cry on Matt's shoulder here and then brush the whole thing off as stress from work. I've watched you do this before. I'm not going to watch it again. You want to become a big dumb flightless bird with his head in the sand, then go ahead, be my fucking guest.”
I wasn't sure what it was that set me off. Tom's continual goading of me? Perhaps. His snide comments when I was already feeling low? Probably. The ostrich comments when he knew I hated it. Most likely. All I knew was one second I was in Matt's arms, laying partly in his lap, trying to keep calm after my crying jag and the next, I was at Tom's throat, trying to pummel the life out of him.
It wasn't the first time we had ever come to blows. Even best friends get into fights. Likely because we each knew the best way to set each other off. The only thing I was sure of was that I was seeing red and Tom's face had the bulls-eye on it.
“FUCK YOU TOM! FUCK YOU!” I screamed as I punched him in the face, knocking him from the couch as I launched myself at him, springing atop him as I fended off his own blows as best I could, not even feeling the punches he did land on me, not feeling as we rolled and knocked into the coffee table, knocking off the remains of the meal I was sharing with Matthew.
I was under Tom for only a few seconds, getting my arse handed to me before I got my legs under me, so to speak, knee coming up to Tom's groin sharply. He grunted, collapsing atop me as I pummeled him while he was down, rolling out from under him before Matt was on me, dragging me off of my best friend and roommate. I lashed out for a moment more before Matthew whirled me around and screamed in my face.
'What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
I suddenly felt the fight drain from me and I looked at the utter chaos that I'd caused before I took flight, running from the mess and from the apartment, leaving a confused Matthew and a battered Tom behind.
-
I wiped at the blood that was drying on my face with a wet paper towel from where I was camped out in the coffeehouse bathroom. Tom was a scrapper, I gave him that. He had managed to bloody my nose and I could see I was going to have a black eye with the way my left eye was starting to swell up already. My knuckles were also bruised and bloody and I could taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. I passed my tongue over my lip, wincing when I found the spit that was the source of the taste.
Fantastic.
This day was turning out to be the worst I'd had in a long time. For as perfect as yesterday had been, this was the total opposite. In fleeing from my apartment, I'd left my phone and wallet behind and all I had was a handful of coins and a few bills in my pocket. It was enough to buy myself a hot chocolate at the coffeehouse, use their bathroom to clean up and generally just hide out for a few hours. I'd even forgotten my keys.
Emerging from the bathroom finally I nodded over to the girl behind the counter who had taken my order when I walked in. Thursdays apparently made for slow nights for coffee as she had immediately fretted about my appearance. I was grateful when she dropped it and took my order rapidly and pointed me to the bathroom so I could neaten up a bit. Either she really felt sorry for me or she was concerned that I might scare away what few customers she had. In either case I was happy to hole up in a corner of the shop with my hot chocolate and leave everyone else alone.
The girl apparently had felt sorry for me as I found whipped cream and extra chocolate drizzle on top, as well as her number written on the paper sleeve of the cup. I ignored the number but I made sure to thank her for the extras before making my way to chair in the corner, the light thankfully dimmer there. I was looking to wallow in my misery alone.
The universe however had other plans for me it seemed as twenty minutes later and the last remaining dregs of my hot chocolate had gone cold, Clive Whitmer, the source of my troubles and bane of my existence, walked in the door. I didn't see him at first as I was mostly absorbed in watching the people pass by outside as the rain started up.
It was ironic that I was in a miserable mood and it was raining. Just like every John Cusack movie where he loses the girl and he's left in his leather jacket, standing in the rain. I guess I found it amusing because I'd always been such a fan of his movies and now I felt like I was in one of his roles. Well, minus actually standing in the rain. Instead I was sitting in a coffehouse, drinking hot chocolate as my black eye puffed up and took on an interesting shade of purple.
I head Clive before I saw him, his voice cutting through my thoughts and making me look up towards the counter where he had just finished placing his order. Clive, in one shining moment of awareness he never previously displayed, looked up and over at me, that shark grin sliding across his face as he spotted me. I sank lower in my seat as he turned his attention away from me, getting his drink from the girl behind the counter. I watched him as he chatted her up a bit, the expression on her face looking disgusted with him but not so much that he apparently noticed it.
I felt trapped as I looked towards the door, inconveniently located on the other side of Clive. I'd have to walk past him where the shop bottle-necked at the counter in order to get to the door. I appeared I was stuck.
Clive picked up his drink and slid his card to the girl at the counter. As he turned his back I watched her pick it up and toss it in the trashcan. Bravo to her, she certainly had more brains than I did. Of course my boss was now making his way to me, slipping into the seat next to me, leaning far too close for my comfort.
“Dom! Fancy meeting you here!” He exclaimed.
“Fancy that. Can't imagine why you'd be here. Slumming it out in the artsy part of Santa Monica?” I scoffed, wishing my mouth had not decided to run off on its own like that. Smart mouthed comments were not going to win me anything more than another black eye. Clive let is slide by, unnoticed. He did however notice something else.
“What have you been up to Dommy boy? A bit of rough without me? I'm disappointed!” Clive laughed, touching my swelling eye. I winced and pulled away.
“You didn't go and do something stupid now did you, like tell your little bit of fun on the side boy toy about us? Looks like he didn't take it well did he?”
“No Clive. I didn't tell him anything. And it's none of your fucking business you prick.” I snarled back at him. He laughed and raised his hands in a mocking 'back-off' gesture.
“No need to get so defensive there princess, just asking is all. Contrary to what you may think, I do care about you. I don't want anyone damaging you.”
Clive's comment seemed less than caring about me as an actual person and more like caring about property and I made a face at that. He of course ignored it like he ignored much of the world around him, choosing to live in his own little world where everyone fell down at his feet to worship him. The only worshiping I was doing as far as Clive was involved was praying that he got his comeuppance.
“Come on sweetness. I can take you back home and take care of you better than anyone else could, you know that right? I've got everything you could possibly want, money, toys, kinky sex, the world on a string. All for you.” Clive's voice was grating on my nerves and I had closed my eyes, wincing as I rubbed the only spot on my face that didn't feel like it had been whacked with a meat tenderizer.
I felt a hand on my leg, creeping upward into dangerous territory and I froze, suddenly that terror I had felt back at the studio was creeping up on me. I could easily fend Clive off, I knew this, or at least that little part of my mind did but the other parts were currently frozen in the grips of something akin to shock.
Clive controlled my life now. I was losing everything around me and he was making sure that I broke every connection around me through my own stupid mistakes, stupid choices and stupid actions. I'd fought with my best friend, looked like a complete arse in from of my boyfriend, left myself stranded with no money, no way back and no chance.
Clive's hand reached my groin at the same time I felt him nuzzle my neck, biting far too harshly at my ear. I liked it when Matthew nibble there lightly, Clive's bites were harsh and too painful.
My eyes snapped open, lungs gasping for breath as I managed to push Clive away with a shove of my shoulder. I couldn't stand his touch on me.
“Stop!” I hissed at him, a note of pleading leaking into my tone.
“Dominic?”
A familiar voice froze me once more and I turned my gaze from Clive to the voice that spoke. While Clive's hands had been wandering and I had been trying to shut him out, more patrons had entered the coffeehouse, escaping the sudden rainstorm of the early evening.
Kelly stood in front of me with a group of her friends, the look on her face was a mixture of confusion, revulsion and something I couldn't determine. I felt horror slipping onto my own face as Clive, unwilling to be pushed aside, returned his hand to my lap. Kelly's eyes took in the entire scene and I couldn't even begin to think of how she was taking all of this, what she thought was happening. There was a roaring sound in my ears, the sound of my entire life exploding in one fatal moment.
She would tell Chris of course, it would lead to him informing Matthew. I'd lose him, I'd lose Nathan as well. Tom would never let me back into our apartment after our fight. I was finished.
Something inside of me snapped at that very moment. I'd hit rock bottom in that instant. There wasn't going to be anything left for me here anymore, Clive's threats were hollow.
“Clive.” I said calmly as I turned to the man. He smile that shark smile grin at me.
“Go fuck yourself.”
With that simple phrase, I took my life back into my own hands, on my terms. Quite spectacularly as I hauled off and punched Clive across the face, sending him sprawling to the floor. He knocked the table holding his coffee, sending that up in a shower of scalding liquid, a discarded newspaper that had been left by the last patron joining into the mess.
“Keep your fucking filthy hands off me. Never again Clive. I'm not your property.” I snarled at him, not even caring that the rest of the coffeehouse around me had erupted into chaos, the barista dialing for the police at the first sign of trouble, some customers fleeing, some staying so they could gawk at the fight.
I looked up after a moment, directly at Kelly who had remained frozen where she was, watching everything happening in front of her with a look of shock on her face.
“I'm so sorry Kells, for all this mess. I love Matthew, just let him know that alright?”