Escape
Chapter 40
We sat out on the back deck enjoying each others company until the sky turned to black. Out of no where I could feel Matt's phone vibrate next to me.
He picked it up and answered, "hello"
I couldn't hear the person on the other line.
"Where the hell are you guys?" He asked.
It was Brian or one of the guys I assumed.
Their conversation continued on as I sat and tried to listen but I didn't want to eavesdrop.
Matt let out a sigh as it ended.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, our manager just called Brian..."
"And?"
"He wants us to fly back at the end of August to start recording out new album."
A smile grew on my face. I may be Matt's girlfriend but I was still an Avenged Sevenfold fan, and a new album meant new music which was awesome.
"That's great!" I squealed.
"But... I probably won't be able to be out here for a year." He explained.
"I know, so ill fly out with you guys when you first leave and then the second week of September ill come back cause I start college." I smiled.
"Oh right, well this is good... I guess" He grinned.
We sat there for a couple more minutes before Matt got up and started walking inside, I followed him not wanting to be alone.
He picked me up and carried me up the staircase and to our bedroom.
"So" he smirked.
"Soooo" I sang back.
"Soo, I have to take a shower" he smirked some more.
"Soo, good for you" I laughed, not sure where he was going with this.
"Soo, I don't want to leave you alone"
I smirked at him slightly, "I see where you're going with this Matthew"
He took my hand and led me into the master bathroom connected to the bed room. He helped me pull of my shirt, his eyes wandered to the 3 slice marks. His fingers ran over them gently, he looked as though he was going to cry. The warm touch against my cold skin felt extroidinary.
"It's okay" I whispered to him. He pulled off his shirt, revealing the tattoos across his chest.
I took off my sweatpants as he took off his pants. He turned me around so my back was facing him and he placed my long hair over my shoulder, as he unclipped my bra and threw it next to him. He pulled his boxers off as I pulled off my panties.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen" Matt whispered as he pulled me into a tight hug. It felt amazing. I was a little uneasy for a couple reasons 1) I had never been undressed in front of anyone and 2) scars from self harm covered my upper thighs which I hoped he wouldn't see in the dim light of the shower. I had told him about them once before, I just didn't want him to see them, it made me feel ashamed of myself.
He turned the water on and we climbed in. I rested my body against his, feeling dizzy due to the lack of food in my stomach. He massaged his hands through my hair, shampooing and conditioning it since I had almost no energy. Eventually he did the same with his hair as I steadied myself against the wall as himself.
I felt his lips meet my neck as he gently kissed me, softly sucking on the skin causing me to moan. He brought him self closer to me. I could feel his manhood against my back. He brought his hands to my stomach and rubbed my hips slowly. I tilted my head back in pleasure.
The shower soon ended, as we climbed out, he wrapped a town around his waste and I wrapped one around my body.
I walked out into the bright light of the room and changed into a new bra and underware quickly. I turned around and was met face to face with Matt. He looked down my body his eyes stopping on the dozens of scars covering my upper thighs.
"Morgan" He whispered sadly, pulling me into a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around him and began to sob.
"I didn't want you to see... I.." I cried into his chest.
"Shh" he said as he placed my face in his hands. We walked over to the bed. He sat on it, and I sat next to him with my legs in front of me.
"Did Andrew cause this too?" He winced.
"Part of it" I choked, wiping tears out of my eyes.
Matt brought his hand to my thighs and gently moved them over the scars, looking at each one. His eyes were glossy and full of sadness.
"Why else?" He asked softly.
"Sadness, depression, my parents death, when I broke up with my boyfriend" I said shyly recalling the horrible memories.
"You're boyfriend?" He asked.
"Yes"
"What happened?"
"He-I really liked him an-and he only dated me... To hook up with me... B-but I refused. He got really mad and tried to force him self on me... And he kept hitting me...h-he basically beat me u-up"
Matt was just sitting there staring at me as I bawled.
"He.. He tried to rape you?"
"Yeah" I said as I collapsed into his strong arms. He held me tightly as I shook.
"No man should ever force themselves on a woman. A woman's body is her own and she has a right to do what she wants with it" he said consolingly. He was right, that's exactly how I thought.
"Morgan, I want you to know something" Matt said as he looked deeply into my eyes, "I would never try to do this to you and.. I want you to know that you can trust me."
"I do trust you Matt"
He smiled before asked, "so why did you..."
I cut him off to make it less awkward "the pain felt... I don't know it felt good"
"It felt good?"
"Yeah... I guess, I felt like I deserved it" I sighed. Matt wiped the tears from my face and turned my face towards his so that I was staring into his eyes.
"You don't deserve this" he said with a roughness in his voice.
I shook my head.
"Promise me something, Morgan"
My lip started quivering. I shook from the crying as Matt held me tighter, now pulling me onto his lap and Ito a hug.
"Promise me something" he stated again.
"What?" I asked in a barley audible voice.
"Promise me that you will never do yourself again"
"I-I don't know if-"
He cut me off, "you have to promise me"
"Why" I asked, anger in my voice.
"Because I don't want to lose you" he snapped back.
I looked down feeling ashamed for being so stubborn.
"I'm sorry" Matt said gently.
"No I'm sorry" I sighed.
"So-" he started.
"Yes, I promise" I forced a smile as he pushed a small kiss onto my lips,
"I didn't want you to have to see them." I continued, "I don't want you to think differently of me..."
"Morgan, nothing is going to make me love you any less than I already do." He confessed.
I nodded my head and sat there in his arms.
"I love you" he mumbled as he pulled the covers over us. He wrapped his arms around me. I buried my head into his chest. He pulled me close to him, giving me that sense of security that I loved.
He picked it up and answered, "hello"
I couldn't hear the person on the other line.
"Where the hell are you guys?" He asked.
It was Brian or one of the guys I assumed.
Their conversation continued on as I sat and tried to listen but I didn't want to eavesdrop.
Matt let out a sigh as it ended.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, our manager just called Brian..."
"And?"
"He wants us to fly back at the end of August to start recording out new album."
A smile grew on my face. I may be Matt's girlfriend but I was still an Avenged Sevenfold fan, and a new album meant new music which was awesome.
"That's great!" I squealed.
"But... I probably won't be able to be out here for a year." He explained.
"I know, so ill fly out with you guys when you first leave and then the second week of September ill come back cause I start college." I smiled.
"Oh right, well this is good... I guess" He grinned.
We sat there for a couple more minutes before Matt got up and started walking inside, I followed him not wanting to be alone.
He picked me up and carried me up the staircase and to our bedroom.
"So" he smirked.
"Soooo" I sang back.
"Soo, I have to take a shower" he smirked some more.
"Soo, good for you" I laughed, not sure where he was going with this.
"Soo, I don't want to leave you alone"
I smirked at him slightly, "I see where you're going with this Matthew"
He took my hand and led me into the master bathroom connected to the bed room. He helped me pull of my shirt, his eyes wandered to the 3 slice marks. His fingers ran over them gently, he looked as though he was going to cry. The warm touch against my cold skin felt extroidinary.
"It's okay" I whispered to him. He pulled off his shirt, revealing the tattoos across his chest.
I took off my sweatpants as he took off his pants. He turned me around so my back was facing him and he placed my long hair over my shoulder, as he unclipped my bra and threw it next to him. He pulled his boxers off as I pulled off my panties.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen" Matt whispered as he pulled me into a tight hug. It felt amazing. I was a little uneasy for a couple reasons 1) I had never been undressed in front of anyone and 2) scars from self harm covered my upper thighs which I hoped he wouldn't see in the dim light of the shower. I had told him about them once before, I just didn't want him to see them, it made me feel ashamed of myself.
He turned the water on and we climbed in. I rested my body against his, feeling dizzy due to the lack of food in my stomach. He massaged his hands through my hair, shampooing and conditioning it since I had almost no energy. Eventually he did the same with his hair as I steadied myself against the wall as himself.
I felt his lips meet my neck as he gently kissed me, softly sucking on the skin causing me to moan. He brought him self closer to me. I could feel his manhood against my back. He brought his hands to my stomach and rubbed my hips slowly. I tilted my head back in pleasure.
The shower soon ended, as we climbed out, he wrapped a town around his waste and I wrapped one around my body.
I walked out into the bright light of the room and changed into a new bra and underware quickly. I turned around and was met face to face with Matt. He looked down my body his eyes stopping on the dozens of scars covering my upper thighs.
"Morgan" He whispered sadly, pulling me into a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around him and began to sob.
"I didn't want you to see... I.." I cried into his chest.
"Shh" he said as he placed my face in his hands. We walked over to the bed. He sat on it, and I sat next to him with my legs in front of me.
"Did Andrew cause this too?" He winced.
"Part of it" I choked, wiping tears out of my eyes.
Matt brought his hand to my thighs and gently moved them over the scars, looking at each one. His eyes were glossy and full of sadness.
"Why else?" He asked softly.
"Sadness, depression, my parents death, when I broke up with my boyfriend" I said shyly recalling the horrible memories.
"You're boyfriend?" He asked.
"Yes"
"What happened?"
"He-I really liked him an-and he only dated me... To hook up with me... B-but I refused. He got really mad and tried to force him self on me... And he kept hitting me...h-he basically beat me u-up"
Matt was just sitting there staring at me as I bawled.
"He.. He tried to rape you?"
"Yeah" I said as I collapsed into his strong arms. He held me tightly as I shook.
"No man should ever force themselves on a woman. A woman's body is her own and she has a right to do what she wants with it" he said consolingly. He was right, that's exactly how I thought.
"Morgan, I want you to know something" Matt said as he looked deeply into my eyes, "I would never try to do this to you and.. I want you to know that you can trust me."
"I do trust you Matt"
He smiled before asked, "so why did you..."
I cut him off to make it less awkward "the pain felt... I don't know it felt good"
"It felt good?"
"Yeah... I guess, I felt like I deserved it" I sighed. Matt wiped the tears from my face and turned my face towards his so that I was staring into his eyes.
"You don't deserve this" he said with a roughness in his voice.
I shook my head.
"Promise me something, Morgan"
My lip started quivering. I shook from the crying as Matt held me tighter, now pulling me onto his lap and Ito a hug.
"Promise me something" he stated again.
"What?" I asked in a barley audible voice.
"Promise me that you will never do yourself again"
"I-I don't know if-"
He cut me off, "you have to promise me"
"Why" I asked, anger in my voice.
"Because I don't want to lose you" he snapped back.
I looked down feeling ashamed for being so stubborn.
"I'm sorry" Matt said gently.
"No I'm sorry" I sighed.
"So-" he started.
"Yes, I promise" I forced a smile as he pushed a small kiss onto my lips,
"I didn't want you to have to see them." I continued, "I don't want you to think differently of me..."
"Morgan, nothing is going to make me love you any less than I already do." He confessed.
I nodded my head and sat there in his arms.
"I love you" he mumbled as he pulled the covers over us. He wrapped his arms around me. I buried my head into his chest. He pulled me close to him, giving me that sense of security that I loved.
9/15/13