It was an overcast day, the sun just barley peeking through the mass of clouds. Most of the car ride was silent, Matt was focused on driving and I was focused on being in pain. Fun times. I was also thrilled to have 3 more huge scars in addition to my dozens of scars on my upper thighs from my self harm days.

We soon pulled into the drive way of my beach house. I sat in the car as Matt opened my door. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He carried me into the house bridal style. I winced as he walked up the steps, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"you okay?" He asked, concern filling his voice.

"Just dandy" I weakly smiled.

He smiled back as he unlocked the door.

"Where are the guys?" I asked.

"I don't know, I talked to them this morning" Matt answered as he gently placed me on the ground.

I walked towards the kitchen. Towards the sink to me exact, my mouth was dry and my throat was still sore as hell. I filled up a glass and drank it. My stomach killed. Matt walked up behind me and wrapped his arms gently around my waste. His hands brushing my hips gently. He moved his hand on my right up near my scars, gently rubbing over them. His touch felt amazing. He kissed my head gently before bending down to whisper huskily in my ear, "I'm so glad you're okay" His warm breath sent shivers down my spine. I whimpered slightly, not from the pain but from the pleasure. I turned around so that I was facing him. I looked deeply into his hazel eyes before he pulled me into a deep hug. I buried my face in his strong chest, feeling secure in his strong arms.

"I love you" I mumbled.

Matt pulled away and tilted my chin up towards him.

"Good, because I love you too" he smiled before pressing his lips gently onto mine. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, pulling myself closer to his body. He did the same with his arms as he wrapped them around my waste and pulled my hips into his gently sliding one of his hands slightly up my shirt. The kiss deepened as his tongue entered my mouth and explored around dancing with mine. I moaned in pleasure. He gently grinded his hips onto mine, causing me to moan more, which he loved.

The kiss lasted for what seemed like forever which was perfect. As he pulled away he brushed strands of hair out if my face, looking deeply into my eyes with a sly smirk on his face.

"What?" I whispered, curiously.

"I just don't know how I got so lucky" he sighed with a smile.

"Shut up" I mumbled into his chest as I wrapped my arms around his body.

I felt his chest rise as he let out a laugh.

I pulled away and walked towards the corner of the kitchen. I could feel Matt's eyes watching my every move. I looked under the rim of the cabinets.

"It's still there" I said to myself, bending down to pick up the knife that I had tried to stab Andrew with before he dragged me away in his car. I picked it up and looked at it,
blood coated the ridges.

"What?" Matt asked.

"This" I said turning around to show him the knife.

"What's that?" He asked.

"The knife that I tried to stab Andrew with but it ended up slicing my leg." I said shaking my head as I threw it across the room into the trash, "it's bad luck"

"You tried stabbing Andrew?" Matt asked sounding shocked.

"Well yeah.. My self defense skills kicked in he was choking me." I sighed. His eyes looked sad.

I started walking towards him. I realized that besides what he say, and what the doctor told him he didn't know what happened to me. I walked towards the back deck, motioning for him to come with me.

"Would you care telling me what happened?" He carefully asked as I walked out onto the back deck and sat down on the couch.

"Way ahead of you" I sighed.

Matt plopped down next to me and wrapped his arms around my small body, pulling me close to his. I rested my head on shoulder. I told him everything, every detail from the moment he walked in the house to the moment Matt found me. I told him about my attempt to stab Andrew twice, and how I was locked up in the basement. Everything. He sat there listening carefully, not saying a word. Tears were streaming down my face as well as Matt's. I didn't mind talking about it though. It helped if anything, to have someone to vent to and a shoulder to cry on... Something I never had. I also think that thought that someone actually wanted to kill me hadn't completely sunken in either. I will admit though, I am still very shooken up.

"I'm so sorry Morgan, I'm so sorry this had to happen to you of all people, you don't deserve this" He said softly, gazing intently in my eyes. I just listened.

"You're the strongest, most bravest person I know" he smiled. His hands caressed my face and he wiped my tears away with his thumbs, rubbing my cheeks as he did so, it was soothing.

"Matt, I'm scared" I said through the tears which were now flowing faster.

Matt quickly pulled me closer to him, tightly wrapping his arms around me.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, my beautiful Morgan" he mumbled against the side of my head. I cried hysterically into his chest. His hands rubbed my back and my side. I was shaking uncontrollably. Matt continued to pull me closer to him and tighten his grip around me.

"What-what if h-he tries to come after me again?" I gushed, through the waterfall of tears.

"What? No, sweetie he's in jail. He's not going to lay a finger on you and if he does, he'll be regretting it." Matt said protectively. I didn't realize Andrew had been put in jail, it was weird hearing that but I didn't care he deserved it.

"He is?" I asked.

"Yes" Matt said stroking my hair gently.

I rested my head in his shoulder,
My eyes were heavy and started to close slightly but I forced myself to stay away. Matt gently stroked te side if my face, pulling me closer to him.

"I'm sorry I'm putting you through all of this... I feel really bad" I admitted.

Matt looked confused and shocked as he shook his head, "don't be ridiculous"

I sighed a little, "I'm serious."

"I'm serious!" He laughed slightly, " you're not putting me through anything"

He kissed the side of my head gently before moving to my lips. He brought his hand to my jaw line and brushed his my lips with his thumbs before gently pushing his lips on to mine. His hand moved up the side of my face and to my hair where he stroked it gently. I loved when he kissed me, it was intoxicating. I pushed my lips onto his, deepening the kiss, sucking on his lower lip slightly before moving over to his lip ring and playing with it. He moaned out deeply against my lips, before pulling away, "you really know how to turn me on, don't you?" He smirked.

I smirked back. Sniffling slightly from all the crying.

"you're adorble" Matt cooed.

I smiled in acknowledgement.

We sat out on the back deck as we watched the waves crash in shore and the hours of the day fade away. The sky soon turned shades of pink and red from the sunset. It was romantic, if the rest of my recovery was going to be like this then I didn't mind one bit.