"Adam, stay out of this," I watched him spit back at his best friend .
"Matt, why cant you see? She doesnt love you"
"And how would you know? You dont know shit about her"
"I know that she slept with me Saturday night"
Matts face grew from angry to sad. He turned to me with disbelief written all over his face.
"Macy?" he said, quietly, "i-is it true?"
I didnt know what to do. I didnt know what to think.
"God damn it, Macy. It is true, isnt it"
"Matt, please-"
"No. Fuck it Macy. I cant believe you. Youre a fucking whore. Why? Tell me why"
"Matt, he, he.." tears streamed down my face.
"I cant believe I trusted you. Take this, I dont fucking want it anymore." he said, throwing a small velvet box at the ground before me.
He walked away, head hung in disgust. When he was out of site, Adam chuckled quietly to himself.
"Fuck you I screamed at him."
"Awh, sweetie. Youve already been there" he replied, still laughing.
He slowly walked toward me. I slowly stepped backward as he approached.
"Whats wrong, doll face?" He said before slapping me across the face. I yelled out in pain, but that just added fuel to the fire. He punched me in the stomach, before pushing me to the ground. He hit me a few more times before leaving me there, alone, in the middle of a secluded street, to die.
A while later, I woke up. There were bright lights surrounding me. I hated hospitals. I looked to my left, then to my right. There was no one. I was alone. A machine was beeping with my heart rate. I pressed to panic button on my bed, and a nurse ran in. She didnt say a word, just felt my forehead, checked my pulse, and yelled for a doctor.
"Doctor! Doctor! Come quick, Shes alive!" she yelled with a slight Hispanic accent.
The poked at me and prodded. They said it was a miracle I was alive. The told me I was in a coma. Three months of unconsciousness. I asked if anyone had come to see me. Then sadly shook their heads no, that the ID in my wallet was the only way they knew my name. The only thing I could focus on was the fact that for three months, three long months, I had been alone, nearing death, in a hospital.
Two weeks later I was allowed to go home. I tried to get into my apartment, but my key didnt work. I sat in the hallway, crying and shivering. Suddenly, there was laughter coming up the staircase. A few seconds later, Matt stood before me my Matt, with his messy brown hair and his too-tight pants. He just stood there, staring at me.
"Who is she" the girl on his arm asked. He ignored her, and he stared at me.
"May, Macy? W-what are you doing here?" he asked quietly. I could see tears welling up in his eyes. Why are you here?
I burst out in tears, but I wasnt sure why.
"Matt, I never lied to you" I said.
"Macy, I dont want to listen to your bullshit. Youre gone for three months, no phone calls, no texts, to e-mails. Now all of a sudden, youre on my doorstep?"
"Matty, who is this"the girl said again, more annoyed.
"Matt, he... He raped me"
Short and sweet? It killed me to make Adam the bad guy, but I like the story. [=
He's so cute. XD
