"He knows what he's doing, Hay... He called me and told me what was going on and I volunteered to help. Stop worrying, Hay. I can take care of myself.", he reassured me in a low voice.

"I know you can, Bri. But does Jade knows you're here?", I asked him.

"I left her a post-it on the fridge... She'll call Matt once she reads it.", I slapped the back of his neck earning wary gazes from the robbers.

"What? He totally deserved it... He was being extremely inappropriate.", I lied. "You left her a freaking post-it? Really? She is soo gonna freak out! You know she needs to stay calm, Bri. She'll have the babe before it's time, and it'll be your damn fault! I swear to God I'll kill you if she gets into labor with both of us still trapped here.", I hissed venomously.

"You're such a drama queen, Hayden! Why do you have to be so pessimistic about everything?", he taunted me.

"I'm not pessimistic, Brian! I just like to explore all the possible consequences of a determinate action.", I defended myself.

"You just can't control everything, Hayden. There will always be things out of our control, and you won't be able to fix them... even if you thought about that possible consequence, you won't be able to reach it and prevent it from happen.", he said firmly.

"I know what you're going to say next, Haner. Just drop it already... I'm over it, that belongs to my past now, I don't even care about it anymore.", I discretely turned my gaze away from him.

"You're only lying to yourself, Hay... You both are.", he mumbled and turned his back on me.

I knew what he meant with that. Brian kept telling me that Matt and I were the stubbornest people alive. He blamed me for Matt's current situation, he just refused to accept that his best friend had turned a priest over the night. Most of all, Brian blamed me for Matt's suicide attempt... What hurt me most about that was that I felt guilty for it too, I could have been there for him when he got home, I wanted to be there but I was too hurt, too resentful to be there for him when he had choose to broke up with me years ago.
I remembered that day as if it had just happened. I was in love with Matt since forever and he finally noticed me when I turned fifteen. We started dating and I was his girlfriend for three years, I always thought we'd end up together but it all ended that day.

* 2004 - Eight years ago*

"I have something to talk to you, Hayden.", Matt said to me once I got inside his car.

"You're calling me Hayden? That can't be good...", I mumbled.

"I'm leaving... I'm gonna serve my country on Iraq.", he said plainly.

"You what? Tell me you're kidding, Matt. Tell me that this is just a sick joke.", I pleaded.

"Why would I be kidding, Hay? This is serious."

"You're damn right this is serious! There's a fucking war going on there! What if you don't come back home, Matthew?", I felt as the tears staredt burning my eyes.

"That's what I have to talk to you, Hay. I'm not coming back home, not for you, anyway...", he said coldly.

"Are... Are you...Are you breaking up with me, Matt? Why are you breaking up with me? Did I do anything wrong?", a few tears escaped my eyes and made its way down my cheeks against my will.

"I just don't think my love for you is strong enough to survive the distance and the time away from each other. My love for you isn't lasting, I'm not really sure if I really love you.", his voice didn't show any emotion in it.

"You don't mean that... Tell me you don't mean it! You've told me you love me countless times, Matthew... Why are you doing this now? You don't mean what you're saying, I know it...", I was trying to convince myself that we weren't over.

"How can you know it when I don't? I never meant to hurt you, Hay. But I'm not sure if I ever loved you.", his words were like daggers to my shattered heart.

"Matt... Don't...don't do this to me. I love you. I wouldn't know how to love anyone else... I loved you all of my life. Why? Why be with me for three years if you don't love me at all? I don't believe it.", I tried to reach his face but he pushed me away.

"You turned out to be a pretty good fuck... You made me wait for two whole years, but you were such a good fuck that I stuck with you for one more year. You always knew how to pleasure me, I gotta give you that.", his words made me feel like a worthless piece of shit.

"I don't wanna see your fucking face ever again!", I opened the passenger door and hopped off his car, slamming the door behind me with all the strength I had left.

"You don't need to walk... I'll drop you home.", he said getting out of his car too.

"What part of 'I DON'T WANNA SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE EVER AGAIN' didn't you get? Leave me alone, Matthew! You've done enough...", I yelled frantically at him.

My heart was already irreparably broken, a ride home wouldn't glue the million pieces back together.

I was never the same person after that... And what happened a week after our break up changed whatever was left of my old self. I cried myself to sleep every single night, his words kept echoing in my head and made me feel dirtier each time I relived them. I got to the hospital that morning writhing with abdominal pain and a massive bleeding from my woman parts. All the stress I had put myself through that last week caused me a miscarriage. I didn't even knew I was pregnant until the doctor told me about the miscarriage. I had never told anyone about that episode of my life, I kept it my best hidden secret.

"Ain't you going to eat?", Brian's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"I was just thinking...", I mumbled. "Hey! We'll need some blankets...", I yelled at one of the armed men.

"I'm sure this gallery must have central heating... That will have to do it!", he blared back at me.

"Didn't you guys made any research before deciding to rob me? You're even dumber than I first thought you were...", I spat exasperatedly.

One of the armed men tried to hit me again but Brian intervened. "I think you've hit her enough for today!", Brian spat angrily as he stood in front of me.

"We can't turn the central heating on because it would damage the paintings, you asshole! No one will mess with temperature... call the cops and ask them a few blankets.", I replied defiantly trying to pull Brian aside but he didn't budge.

"You! Do what you did earlier to have them calling us.", he ordered the same frighten girl. "You'll do the talking over the phone, smartass.", he addressed to me when the phone started ringing.

"Hay?"

"We need some blankets, Matt. Can you please have a civilian drop them at the front door?"

"We're not taking any chances. Tell him to have some civilian deliver them directly to our hands as the pizza guy did.", the armed man commanded.

"Are you planning on making another hostage? Ain't nine hostages enough for you guys?", I asked bitterly.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! You'll tell your fucking boyfriend whatever I tell you to. Now, tell him.", his voice sounded dangerously threatening.

"Matt? They want the blankets delivered just like the pizzas."

"Don't worry, Hay... I'll have it done the way they want it.", Matt reassured me before they hung up the call.

We waited no more than half an hour for the blankets. Someone knocked at the front door as Matt had assured me. I was violently dragged to the front door. I cautiously opened it...

What the fuck?

Notes

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