Chapter three
Novah
"Alessia, please, I'm begging you. Please go," Matt says to Alessia. She' standing beside me with her arms crossed meanwhile I can't stop crying. I can't stop fucking trembling.
"What the fuck are these?!" I yell, my voice trembling. I throw the papers at him and they flutter to the ground before us.
"Just let me explain," he says.
"How the fuck are you gonna explain motherfucking abortion papers?! How?!" I sob.
Matt is standing a few feet away from me.
"Do you want me to stay or?" Alessia asks.
"You can go. I think this is something we need to solve on our own,"
Alessia glares at Matt before stepping out of the room.
"And you'd better not touch me," I tell him after Alessia has left the room.
He runs his hands through his hair. His green eyes are frantic and his forehead is beaded with sweat.
"Novah, it was a while ago. It was an accident. We took care of it...."
"I want to speak to her," I say to him through his rant. This isn't even the only thing I found out about him.
"What? No,"
"Who was she, Matt?" I ask, my voice raw.
He gulps and traces his wrist.
"She was twenty-seven," he murmurs.
It's like a blow to my body. What the fuck is wrong with him. I keep my "cool".
"And how old were you?"
"Seventeen," he says without hesitation.
"Matt, WHAT?!" I exclaim. "You got a grown-ass woman pregnant?! Who the fuck was she?!"
"She was one of our house attendants,"
God, I want to hit him. I want to fucking hit him so bad. I feel like I'm about to burst. So many thoughts, emotions, sensations are taking over and I'm about to do something crazy.
I take a deep breath and address the other thing.
"Please tell me you didn't hurt that boy,"346Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYwu5xhRR2x
I can't deal with that thought. The discharge papers were from a boy named Elijah cole. It said that he had a fractured skull, broken nose, and two broken ribs. He was in critical condition. He was......close to dying.
He starts to move closer. I hold out my hand in front of me.
"Tell me right fucking now!"
"Yes, Novah! I did that shit. But he deserved every single blow,"
So he put someone in the hospital and they almost fucking died.....and they deserved it?
"Uh huh and why?"
"He said some shit he shouldn't have and he paid for it,"
I turn and bolt for the stairs, almost tripping. Matt is right behind me. I run over to the couch and start packing my suitcase hastily.
"Novah you can't go,"
"Yes I can, Matt," I tell him.
The thoughts running throughout my mind are......so......alarming,
He's been to jail. He almost killed someone. He almost had a baby. By his twenty-seven-year-old fucking maid! HE ALMOST KILLED A PERSON!
"No, you can't," he says.
He grabs my arm as I'm putting things in my suitcase.
"Let go of me!" I shriek.
He pulls me against him and for a second it's comforting but then I snap back into reality. He was keeping so many secrets.
Lying.
"Stop!" I yell against his chest and try to worm my way out of his arms.
He doesn't budge and neither does his grip.
"Matt, I don't want you near me! Leave me alone, please,"
He doesn't budge and instead holds me tighter.
My face buried in his chest, I give up fighting.
"Why would you keep all this from me, Matt," I cry softly into his chest. "Whyyyyy......" I sniffle.
It's disgusting, I think to myself. He's disgusting.
I leap as far away as I can, across the living room.
"Baby, it's me. I'm still the same person,"
"Baby? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you keep doing this to me?"
I wipe my face with the back of my hand and sit down on the couch.
I take a deep breath and compose myself, my thoughts, my emotions.
Once I open my eyes I turn and see Matt sitting next to me.
I take another deep breath. "Matt, its.....its over....we can't.....we can't be together," I stutter. I refrain from crying and stand up.
He grabs my hand but I pull away.
"Novah, you don't understand I can't be without you,"
"No, you don't understand! I deserve better!"
"I thought you wouldn't judge my past!"
"You kept your horrible past from me! This is the last fucking straw,"
I grab my purse and head for the door. He springs up off the couch and catapults himself in front of the door. His eyes are wild and desperate.
"Novah......." he says, his voice choked. "Please, please, please. Fuck, I'll do anything,"
"Matt move,"
"You can't leave!" he yells. His eyes glimmer and I see a tear roll down his cheek.
"Matt you're making its harder than it already is," I say calmly.
"If you leave then.....then......I'm leaving this fucking city," he threatens.
I think about it for a second. I don't want him to leave......
No! I can't have him guilting me into staying here with him. After.....all this. After we had just reconciled.
"Matt move," I say my voice stone cold.
He looks into my eyes for another second. A million emotions flash through his eyes and I almost take pity.
He leans in a little bit but then turns and runs up the stairs. I stare at the stairs for a while before finally turning and walking out the door.
I have the overwhelming need to cry as I walk down that hall to the elevator. I spot Alessia waiting near the elevator.
She stands up as I press the elevator button.
"What happened?" she asks, concern in her eyes.
I can't even muster up words. I can't stop seeing the somber look in his eyes. The way his eyes were shiny with unfallen tears.
I struggle to say anything.
Alessia opens her arms and hugs me tightly, not saying anything. The elevator door opens and I pull away from her to walk in. We both get in and thank god for its empty.
"I don't have my car," I whisper.
"I'll take you to wherever you live," she says softly.
She's dressed in all black, has pale ghostly skin, and always seems to be angry. She's a little intimidating but right now she's my only comfort.
"I don't want to go back to where I live," I whine.
Skylar's most likely there and I can't deal with that right now. I lied to her and now I'm suffering the consequences.
The elevator door opens to the car garage floor and we get out. The doors close.
She takes my hand. "You can come to my place and stay as long as you need, okay?"
I nod.
"Come on," she says and leads me to a white honda parked on the far side of the expansive garage.
She takes her keys out and unlocks the car.
I walk around the car and open the door, taking a seat on the passenger side. I put my purse on the floor next to my feet. As soon as I settle in I feel something on the back of my pants.
I get up and see blood on the car seat.
"Fuck!" I yell looking down at the bloodied spot;
She looks down at the seat.
"I went to the store to get tampons and left them in there," I tell Alessia.
She nods and hands me a paper towel.
"Stuff that in your panties. You can have the tampons that I have at home,"
She turns the other way as I stuff the paper towel in my panties.
"What about the seat?" I ask.
"Here. Sit on this,"
She hands me a bunch of paper towels. I place them on the red spot and sit down. I close the car door.
"Ready?" she asks, placing her hands on the steering wheel.
"As I'll ever be,"
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