Sunny Disposition

It was cold, I woke up to mechanical sounds, beeps and outside voices. I opened my eyes and remembered where I slept, the noises made more sense now. Brian wasn't in the room with me, which confused me. I took this as privacy for now, I managed to get myself out of bed and managed to lift my heavy suitcase up to it so I could change my clothes. I picked the first things I could see. A pair of Adidas jogging bottoms, a white Def Leppard t-shirt and my old scabby trainers. I removed Brian's clothes from me and folded them neatly on a guest chair. I changed my bra and panties to something unmatched again, (I never got the hang of dressing under the clothes correctly). As I fastened the band, Brian walked in with 2 cups of coffee and a paper bag hanging from is mouth.

His eyes opened wide and he couldn't help but stare. After a few seconds, his eyes closed like he was pretending he didn't see anything.

"It's okay, go in the bathroom I won't open my eyes"

I gave him a smile at his sweetness, and rushed into the bathroom carrying my clothes, and I'm sure he opened his eyes to see the back of me. As I put my clothes on, Brian shouted through to me.

"I have like 20 missed calls from Matt"

"Can you check my phone?" I asked, talking even louder over the sound of spraying deodorant.

"Yeah, even more" Brian chuckled. I walked out of the small claustrophobic bathroom and Brian handed me my phone. I had over 30 calls, and a million texts. I unlocked my phone and began reading through the messages, each one got drunker, more apologetic and more pathetic. I decided to ignore them. "Chill," Brian smiled. He handed me a coffee, and opened up the paper bag to me and offered. "Croissant?"

"Oo," I smiled, I snatched the chocolate one which was certainly for him, and his face turned stropped like on a tantrum child as he was left with the boring one.

"Who likes jam croissants?" he asked, reluctantly biting into his.

"Not me, why did you buy them?" I chuckled.

"There was only one chocolate left" he frowned. "Anyway- I'm free to go"

"Really?" I mumbled, smiling with a mouthful of pastry.

"Yeah, you about ready? I don't wanna stay in here much longer"

We gathered up his things, from his bathroom toiletries to his bag of dirty clothes and shoved them into one big duffel bag. We left his hospital room unnoticeably holding hands, swinging them slightly like children.

Suddenly, Matt busted through the hospital's double doors in a rush, noticing me and Brian and sighing in relief.

"Sophia," he panted. "I'm so sorry"

He never noticed, but I snatched my hand away from Matt's. "What are you doing here?" I frowned, folding my arms in a bossy stance.

"I had to come and apologise"

"I don't want to hear it," I sighed. Me and Brian walked through him, he followed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards him. "Matt!" I yelled.

"Leave her alone," Brian spoke in a calming voice, even cooling me down.

"Don't tell me what to do," Matt replied abruptly. "Sophia I'm so sorry- you're the love of my-"

"Go home," I ordered, repulsed by the smell of alcohol in his breath. "I said we'd talk in a few days"

"I couldn't wait that long Sophia-" he frowned forming tears. "I never meant for that to happen-"

"But it did" I snapped. Again, we began to walk away, and again, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back. "Let go of me!"

"Let go of her, Matt" Brian ordered, with a harsher tone in his voice.

"Brian," I spoke gently. "I can handle this" Matt let go of my hand and instead held my shoulder speaking to me more directly.

"The thought of you with someone else hurts me, and that's why I just flipped-"

"Matt!" I yelled at the top of my voice, ignoring I was in a hospital. "You cannot use that excuse! You nearly hit me, and that's fucking not okay!"

"I know it's not- not okay, it's just- it's not acceptable-" he rushed, jumbling his words into a puzzle I had to solve. "And I cannot say sorry enough"

"You can" Brian snapped. "You said you're sorry, now go"

"Brian please this hasn't got anything to do with you," I reassured, again calming him.

"Well- if it wasn't for Brian I don't think we'd be in this situation-"

"How dare you blame Brian for what you did to me?" I yelled again, there was nobody in the corridor at first, but now it was attracting bored, nosy individuals visiting loved ones in the hospital, finally excited for some drama. I heard Brian taking deep breaths 'in and out' besides me, as if he was getting almost as angry as Matt was last night. "You- you raised your fist at me. Not him"

"Yeah," he admitted expressing his emotions using his hands again, flinging them all about the place. "And I've apologized, and you know I fucking regret it and you know I'd never do anything to fucking hurt you"

"You have hurt me Matt," I laughed sarcastically. "You don't have to bruise me to hurt me. You've been a real dickhead to me in the past but I never thought for a second you would even think about doing that to me"

"I wasn't thinking!" he argued. "I was a mess and you fucked me off with what you said!"

"Matt," Brian interrupted, speaking in a calm tone. "We're going- she will come visit you when she wants to talk"

"You've got what you want haven't you?" Matt chuckled. The stench of his alcohol ridden breath and his behavior made me think he was still drunk from drowning his poor sorrows the night before. The hall by now, surely was flooded by the scent of distilled spirits. "And I will never understand why you are even a part of this" his lips pursed in a snarl, and the look on his face was angry like an wild animal.

"What are you even talking about?" Brian sniggered, walking further towards Matt.

"Look at you," Matt stared at him up and down intimidatingly. "You're nothing"

"I'm more than you'll ever be" Brian snarled back. They acted like two angry dogs, growling at each other ready to attack at any minute.

"Really?" Matt laughed off the criticism and fought back. "And how so?"

"I may not have the hugest cock in the world, certainly don't flaunt about it- but I have a bigger fucking heart than you'll ever have, and I'll love her more than you ever can" Matt didn't like that. I didn't like that. Brian admitted he loved me. "I wouldn't lay a finger on her, raise my hand to her or raise my fucking voice to her- I'm not scum like you are- you treat that woman with respect- and if you're ever so lucky to get her back, you better not hurt her again because I swear to fucking God Matt, I'll kill you"

"Brian," I choked, getting caught in my gasp. What was I more shocked about?! Him threatening to kill Matt, or him admitting he loves me, to Matt!

"You think that scares me?" Matt backed up Brian, standing above him like an intimidating bully.

"I ain't' trying to scare you," Brian admitted. "I'm just telling you what will happen if Sophia is stupid enough to come back to you"

I found it impossible to hide my smile. Never has somebody stuck up for me in this way. I didn't like the threats, at all. I just enjoyed feeling important to somebody.

Matt backed away from Brian who had clearly shaken his nerves.

"Go home Matt," I sighed rubbing my forehead with stress. "Just get some sleep, you're tired, frustrated and drunk"

"Will you come with me?" Matt approached me, ignoring Brian and barged straight past him. He held my hand and kissed it gently. "I'll make everything up to you" he spoke quietly, hoping Brian wouldn't hear.

"No" I shook my head and let go of his hand. "I'm staying with Bri'"

Matt nodded reluctantly, clenching his jaw tight. He glanced at Brian, who was staring at him back in the same way. "You keep your dirty hands off her" Matt mentioned. "She's not yours"

"Matt, I am right here" I growled. "Stop fucking calling me yours-" I ordered. "I'd be yours if you wasn't such a violent asshole" I pushed him away from me, again smelling the fowl odor of whiskey. "You put Brian in hospital and I would have been next!" I stressed. "I'm sorry but, we won't ever be together Matt, not now" I felt tears suddenly stream down my apologetic face instantly, it broke my heart saying this to him. I never got the 'break up talk' with Matt, and I felt like this was the break up we'd been waiting for since we were 18.

"Sophia," he completely shut down- collapsed onto a chair and sobbed. "I wish I could go back, I'm a good fucking man and I let everything get on top of me"

"I know-" I cried. Brian awkwardly stood in the background sighing. "-And I know you never meant to do it- honestly- but I can't take that risk. I want, kids someday - I wanted them with you my whole life, but since you raised your fist to me that has completely dissapeared. I couldn't stop thinking about if we ever had a kid, and you got mad at her and-"

"That wouldn't ever fucking happen!" he yelled, muttering in sobs. "I'd be the best dad ever,-"

"I'm sorry Matt" I sighed. "It can't happen anymore-" I wiped my eyes, and took a deep breath. "I'll give you a text in a few days"

"Please, I don't want to lose you-"

"I'm sorry" I stared at the floor with misery, hoping I was making the right choice.

I gave Brian the motion to leave with me, and we did. I was completely drowned with guilt, but I was sure I had done the right thing. Leaving with Brian, was the right thing.

Notes

Hey! Sorry this is short I just wanted this to be the main focus for this chapter. What do you think? Anybody feel sorry for Matt or just think he's a jerk?!