Runaway

*Mel’s POV*

I stumble into the bus, hardly being able to move. My body aches of what the men have done to
me earlier. I am covered in my own blood, my wounds are exposed for all to see. All the beauty that have ones been, is gone until I heal.

“Johnny? Matt? Jimmy? Zacky? Brian, anyone?” I grip onto the table for support. “Matt?
Johnny?” I make my way to the backroom, but there’s no one there.

Where could they have gone? Are they looking for me? Do they even notice that I’m gone?
Where are they? I collapse into the couch. I hardly escaped my captivity from the other night. I
of course did have help escaping, I couldn’t do it on my own, I am too weak to do so myself.

After I have been raped by various men, one of the girls snuck in and untied me. Then she helped me sneak out by distracting the guards while I take my leave. Now here I am, weak, the beauty concealed within scars, and bloodstains. My body is in pain and I seem to be feeling weaker and weaker. I think I’m going to pass out any minute.

The door opened and saw Matt stepping in, spotting me faintly laying on the couch, covered in
blood. “Oh my god Mel. What happened?” He rushes over to me, pulling me close to his warm
masculine body.

My head was buried in his shoulder while his arm cautiously surrounded my back. I squeezed
my eyes shut, then released the tears forming. “A lot of things.” I whimper. I was about to
explain more but there was no use, no further words seem to come out.

“I need to take you to the Hospital, make sure you’re in good health.” Matt runs his fingers
through my hair.

My eyes relax to his touch before opening them once more, peeking up at his hazel eyes. “No.” I whisper, shaking my head. I hate the hospital, it’s too depressing. Another reason why I don’t
want to is because I’m terrified that I’m not completely safe there, what if I’m found? Found by
the men working for my twin? I want to stay somewhere where I’d feel protected and surrounded by five men.

“You have to Mel, you seem like you’re about to pass out.”

“Where’s Johnny?” I try changing the subject. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Probably out avoiding me.” Matt sighs. “Now come on let’s get you to go see a doctor.”

I shake my head. “What why?”

“Because they think I took advantage of you, no come on, let’s go.”

“Why would they think that? You’ve done nothing wrong to me.”

“Let’s not talk about this.” Matt frowns. “You really need to get checked out.” He doesn’t want
to let it go.

“I don’t want to.”

Matt exhales. “You’re really going to be stubborn, aren’t you?” I form a weak smile and shrug.
“Fine, we won’t go. But promise me you won’t faint on me or even worse, alright?”

“I’m sure I’m in good hands.” Matt turns around and attempts to hide his blush but fails
miserably.

He scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom. He gently sets me down by the toilet and lets the water run meanwhile he begins to undress the little piece of fabric that I wore. He threw the fabric off to the side and quietly stared at my wounded naked body.

His fingers ran around the scar above my right nipple, then it carefully made their way down to
my abdominal. My eyes followed his fingers moving sensibly across my body. As my eyes
shifted to his, I hissed a little.

“Sorry.” Matt took his fingers off of me without spilling out another word. He turned off the
water before helping me onto the tub, cupping water with his hands and releasing them onto my
body.

I faced up, not knowing what to say or do. I already feel guilty enough that I’m enjoying this
moment with Matt. The way he’s taking care of me, shows how much I matter to him. The only
thing that bothers me is that I wish Johnny was the one doing this for me. He’s been there for me before when I was a sex slave and helped me got out and now… He’s nowhere to be seen. The only one insight and the only one being here for me is Matt. He’s been there when Johnny and I had a fight and when Johnny denied he was my boyfriend.

Maybe Johnny did it because he was being an adorable jealous boyfriend or maybe my sister has been sending him threatening messages to pretend he hates me or whatever. I don’t know. All I know is that I have to talk to him about this, about us. What’s going on with him? Where do we stand?

“Something bothering you?” Matt notices my expressions as he squirts soap out of the bottle, and gently rubs it against my skin with the sponge.

“I miss my short shit.” I confess.

Matt pauses for a moment, heartbroken and in shock, hesitating to say anything for a moment.
“I’m sure he does too.” He chokes out.

“I’ve also missed you.” I reach my hand to his cheek, softly caressing it.

Matt’s frown deepens. “I’d rather have you miss me more than Johnny.” He mutters under his
breath as he smoothly rinses me off. “I love you Mel even if I can’t have you completely, I
know that you’ll never be mine.”

My lips drop. I’m confuse. What is he saying? “I don’t understand Matt, what are you trying to
tell me?”

Without hesitation, he presses his lips against mines, giving me a passionate kiss for a few
moments before pulling away. “As much I’d want to be with you, it’s either me or Johnny. I’m
not giving you a due date to decide or anything. But I am suggesting you to take some time off.
Away from me and away from Johnny. Think who you want for as long as you need. You know
where to find me or Johnny when you do have your answer. I’ll be waiting for you.” He plants a
soft kiss on top of my head, watching him stand up and exiting the restroom.

I woke up moments later, thinking about the dream. What was that about? It makes great sense
to me that I need to choose between them, I already knew that. The only thing is that I don’t
think Matt has the same feelings as Johnny has for me. My answer would be plain and simple, I
choose Johnny.

He might have been an ass earlier, accusing me of cheating, denying I’m his girlfriend, and
having some whore on his laps, and it also might have hurt my feelings, but I still love him. I’m
sure he’s meant to apologize to me about the accusations and giving me an explanation for
pretending not to be my boyfriend. I already found out about that part. Turns out that Madame
Stewart was behind it. She have confessed me that she was threatening him to leave me or to
scatter my heart as cold as possible. As for the slut on his laps, I thought long enough to
convince myself that Brian was pressuring him to do so.

As for Matt, I’m still trying to figure him out. I’m receiving miss signals from him, I’m
convinced he just sees me as a friend though. If I ever see him again, I don’t think I’d like to ask
him if he has feelings for me. I’m terrified it’ll make things awkward between us. And besides, I
don’t think he’ll ever dare fall for me, I’m one of his best friend’s girl.

Notes