(Why does Wattpad put like 8 or 9 copies of the pictures I put up??? This is bubbles In the pic)
"Matt please don't go, don't leave me alone, please," I begged begged holding onto Matthew. "Kitten I have to go, I miss home, I will be back soon, I love you," Matt said and pecked my nose. "Matt..." I started but my voice trailed off. "It's going to be a long two weeks, but I'll be back soon, I promise," Matt said and pecked my lips. I held onto him, but pulled away when they called his flight. "Bye Kitten, I'll be back," he said wrapping his arms around me and kissing my lips. "I love you," I said pulling away from the kiss. "Let me kiss you," he said trying to press his lips against mine again. "No," I said blocking his lips. "Okay, I love you," he said. I let go of him and let him walk away. I stared at him as he left hoping he would turn around and wave, but he didn't. I sighed and made my way back to my car. I saw Matt's hat sitting there and I grabbed it, then put it on. I missed Matt so much already, it broke my heart when he told me he was going, it hurts even more now. I started the car up and drove home. When I got there I saw Nash's car waiting outside, it was probably him and Hayes. I went inside and saw Hayes was sitting there watching tv. "Hi," I said plopping down on the couch next to him. "Hey, how you doing?" He asked pausing the tv. "I'm fine, actually I'm gonna go to bed," I said not wanting to talk. "Oh okay, but if you need to talk I am here for you," he said. I nodded my head and trudged up the stairs into mine and Matt's room. I took his hat off and threw it on the ground, then laid down on the bed. I hugged my pillow and I let the tears fall from my eyes. I wanted Matt so bad. After about 20 minutes of crying I felt my eyes get heavy and I fell asleep.
I heard my phone go off and I saw it was Matt calling. I groaned and slowly reached for my phone hoping the ringing would end, but it didn't. I answered the call and heard Matt's voice through the line, "Good morning Kitten!" I smiled slightly, but it dropped when I realized he was still gone. "Hi," I squeaked out. "Is everything okay?" Matt asked. I nodded my head and bit my lip, forgetting that he couldn't see me. "Carter?" I heard his voice. "Oh, yeah, everything's fine," I lied. "Okay that's good, I miss you," he said. I felt a tear come from my eye. "I miss you too," I whispered. "Look Kitten I have to go, we are about to go out to lunch, I will call you when I get back, I love you," he said. "I love you too," I whispered so lightly that no one could hear it, then I hung up. I set my phone down and laid there. I felt so empty, so alone. I hated it, he was the only thing that made me happy.
Matt was all I could think about. The boys had invited me out to go party with them, but I declined the offer. I felt so sick. I had so much anxiety. Matt say he was going to call back, but he didn't. I took a drink of my coffee and rested my head on the palm of my hand. I heard my phone go off and I ran to the other room, only to see it was Hayes calling. I sighed and walked back into the kitchen. I saw the picture of me and Matt sitting on the counter in the frame. I went over to it and threw it on the ground. After that I threw the flowers he had gotten me on the ground and stomped on them. He was gone having the time of his life, and here I was, dwelling on him. I saw other pictures of us on the fridge and tore them down. I went on a rampage and knocked down or destroyed anything of me and him in my sight. After I was done I decided to go rest on the couch. I laid down and my stomach grumbled. Day 3 into not eating.
I waited and waited the whole day for Matt to call, but got nothing. He promised me before he left he would call everyday, but he didn't. I was so hung up on him. I knew it wasn't healthy, but I couldn't help it. I wanted him so badly. I was losing myself day by day. It had only been 4 days, but it was killing me. Me and Matt have never been separated really. We always went with each other, but this time he wanted to go alone. So many thoughts ran through my head. What if he didn't want to be with me? What if he hated me? What if he's cheating on me? What if he's ashamed of me? What if his parents hate me now? I let out a cry and held onto Matt's pillow. I needed him.
By now I had given up on not eating, and I ate just a bit. Matt would always hate it when I didn't eat, and I wanted to be able to make him happy. He just didn't know, so it was kind of pointless. My phone started ringing in my pocket and I pulled it out and saw it was Matt wanting to face time. I bit my lip and answered it. "Hi Kitten!" Matt said happily on the phone. "Hi," I disc faking a smile. He looked at me and frowned, "why the fake smile?" He asked. "Shut up," I mumbled. "Come on, tell me," he said. I shook my head no, "why are you calling?" I asked. "Because I want to talk to you," he said. "Oh," I mumbled. "Do you want to talk to me?" He asked. I thought about it for a minute, "No, not really," I said. "Oh, okay, I'll talk to you later Kitten. I love you," he said. I nodded my head, I grumbled "I lo-" before I finished I hit end without realizing it. I sighed and set my phone down. He finally called, I thought I'd but excited and happy, but I wasn't. I thought he would know why I was fake smiling, but he didn't. I stopped caring about myself a while ago, and now he's all I can think of.
"Carter you have to get out of this house!" Hayes yelled pulling on me, trying to get you up. "No," I groaned shoving him off. He hit the ground and hopped back up, "Carter please! I hate seeing you like this!" He said. "I hate me too," I mumbled rolling back over and hugging the pillow. "Carter please," he begged. I shook my head and felt tears come out of my eyes. He walked out of the room giving me my space. I waited and waited for Matt to text or call, but he didn't. I was getting worse. It had almost been a week, and I was so sick. Mentally and physically. I wanted to die. Anything was better than being here dwelling on some boy who ruined my life.
It's been a week, and I'm slowly starting to get over Matt. I actually showered, and got dressed, and ate, I even took our dog Bubbles out for a walk, luckily Hayes took care of him while I was dwelling. I was starting to feel better. I didn't clean up the kitchen, I didn't care anymore. I sat down on the couch and bubbles jumped up with me, "Hi buddy," I said scratching behind his ears. He started whining and he walked to the door and began scratching it. "What's wrong?" I asked. He began howling and tried to get out by biting at the door. I took a deep breathe and opened the door. As soon as I did Bubbles darted out and jumped onto someone knocking them down. I stepped outside and got a better look. The person who I had knocked down was Matt.