Matts P.O.V.
I kissed her and she was kissing me back. She depended the kiss, and I was surprised, but then she pulled away. "I can't, I just can't." She says closing her eyes and turns away from me.
"Hey, I'm not wanting anything I just want you to talk to me. To let me in." I say grabbing her head. She opens her eyes, she was still trying not to cry. "You can cry, it's fine," I say, she collapses into me. I picked her up and set her down on the couch. She curls up into me. "Shh, it's ok, let it out," I say running my hand through her messed up ponytail. She needs to let it out if she ever wants to move past it.
"Sorry about breaking down." She says wiping her eyes.
"We all need a break, you don't have to apologize," I say looking down at her.
"I'm not used to breaking down in front of someone." She says looking up at me.
"Well, I'm glad I was here." She just smiles a little. "Hey, would you tell me from the start of what happened?" I ask.
She looks away and then turns back to me, she gives me a slight nod. "I won't be able to make it through and theres going to be a lot more crying." She says as if it's a warning.
"That's fine, crying isn't a bad thing." He says brushing her hair away from her face.
"So I went to school like every other day, but J-he came and asked me out. I said yes because he seemed nice and he was cute." She says but when she said cute she closed her eyes a little. "So we started dating and everything was fine. Then he wanted me to come to his place and not tell anyone. I thought it'd be this cool thing, but he had a group of people and they took me. I don't remember much of where I was, but it was cold and I never went outside. I wanted to go home, but he said that I had to stay there..." She pauses and takes a few breaths. "After a while, I started to try to get out, but then he started to hurt me mentally and physically. I tried so much not to make him mad but he found ways that made me feel bad about myself." She was having trouble saying it. "After a while, he wasn't just hurting me physically, he started to kiss me even though I told him not to." She says tears running down her cheeks.
"You don't have to say everything if you don't want to," I say imagining how hard it must be for her. She sat up a little looks at me.
"After a while, there was a routine and then he had friends that would come over and help him with things and they would hurt me if I didn't do as they said. Finally, after being there for 6 months I got out. My foster parents didn't want to pay for the medical bills so I went back into foster care. Then I was in the hospital for a while and he found me. He hurt me way more and did things he didn't do before because I left..." She stops talking and grabs her shaking hands putting them together. "Then it was back to before. I was there for a long time before I was found again, but before the cops found him he was yelling at me and kicking me because I called the cops. Before he knocked me out with the flashlight I saw cop car lights and was relieved that I'd get some break. He was put in prison but then I found out he escaped and now I'm even more scared that he'll find me and do what he did last time." She explains, now she was shaking as if her body and mind weren't the same.
"Shh. He won't hurt you again." I say grabbing her pulling her further into my lap.
"Y-you don't know that." She says still crying.
"Yes, because I won't let him hurt you." After I said that she leans against me and falls to sleep. It was noon when she woke up again.
"We missed school." She says still laying on me.
"Oh well, we needed a break," I say looking outside.
"Can we just stay here and watch movies?" She asks looking up at me.
"Sure," She turns her tv and begins looking for something to watch. She stayed in my arms and I wasn't going to complain.
8:00pm
"Don't you have work?"
"No, I switched shifts with Sara because she needs the hours."
"Oh," I say not knowing what to say. "Hey, are you hungry?"
"Yes." She says and turns to me.
"Do you have ingredents to make dough?"
"Yes."
"Cheese?" She nodded her head. "Pepperoni or sausage?"
"Both."
"Sweet, then we can make pizzas. Or do you want to make something else?"
"No, come on let's get cooking." She says and popped off the couch. She was smiling, finally. He felt a little relieved to know what she wasn't thinking about the bastard.
"Ok I grabbed the ingredients, you get the supplies we need to make it," I say digging in her fridge. She starts getting the supplies.
"Where's my roller?" She asks looking in her cupboard. It was in there, but she couldn't see it because she was too short. I go up and grab it from the top shelf.
"Is this what you're looking for?" I ask smiling at her. She yanks it out of my hand.
"Don't say one word about being short." She says with a pointed look.
"I wasn't," I say putting up my hands.
Anna's P.O.V.
"I wasn't." He said smiling and putting up his hands. Sure I thought to my self. After making all the dough I look for the sauce. "Hey, what else is the main thing for pizza." He looks at the ingredients.
"Sauce." He says hitting his head. "Do you have any sauce?" I looked in my cupboard.
"You're lucky," I say pulling out spaghetti sauce.
"Good." He says grabbing a spoon. After we put the sauce, cheese, pepperoni, and a little sausage, we put it in the oven. "There, perfect." I hear his phone go off. He grabs his phone and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Fine, she's fine."
"Needed a break."
"Sorry"
"K I will."
"Bye."
"Who was that?" I ask hopping onto the counter.
"Rosie, she was wondering why you weren't at school and why you didn't answer her calls and texts."
"I don't even know where my phone is," I say looking around the room. It was on the table. "Can you grab it," I ask reaching for it.
"Lazy."
"Maybe," I say as he puts my phone in my hand. I looked at it. 23 messages and 8 missed calls, Opps. "My ringer was off," I say turning it on.
"Nice one." I just roll my eyes at him. He looks uncomfortable.
"What?" I ask.
"Nothing." He says running his hands through his hair.
"Your lying to me," I say and hop off the counter to walk to him.
"It's nothing." He says not looking at me.
"Tell me," I say trying to get him to look at me. I knew that him knowing meant he was going to treat me differently.
"I told you it's nothing." He says, still not looking at me.
"Hey, you're not allowed to lie to me. I told you something very personal and I know it's a lot to take in, but please don't think of differently. I'm still me." I say making him look at me.
"It's about me kissing you." He says still looking at me. I really wished he won't have brought that up. "You kissed me back, so you have the same feelings as me, but you're going to hide them aren't you?" He asks looking at me. It was my turn to avoid eye contact.
"I-I just can't do it, not right now." I say still looking at the ground.
"But you can. You can't let him have the satisfaction of you being scared of him and not living your life." He says leaning down to see my eyes.
"It's not that easy," I say looking at him. "I can't go through that again, and the dreams they, they-"
He interrupted me. "He won't hurt you again and I will never hurt you." He says in a soft voice. "Please, just give it a chance."
I know that he would never hurt me intently, but can he handle me. Can he handle everything that's happened and understand? I guess there's only one way to find out. "Okay, I'll give us a chance."
"Ok, and I will won't push you." He says hugging me. Beep, beep, beep.
"Pizzas done." I say laughing a little. He sets me down.
"Humm. You want to take it out?" He asks looking at the oven.
"No, I burn myself all the time," I say stepping back.
"Ok, if you say so." He opens the oven. "That's hot."
"No really," I say sarcastically. He just looks at me and grabs it out.
"Smells yummy." He says and sets it on the counter. I cut it into eight pieces. I took four and he looks at me funny.
"What? I can eat a whole pizza alone if I really want to." I say nringing my plate in the living room. He laughs a little. "Ok, what to watch next?" I ask as he sits down next to me.
"Don't know, you pick." He says taking a bite of the pizza. "Hot, hot, hot." He says waving his hand around.
"It just came out of the freezer," I say looking at him as he burns his mouth. "Hey, that was mine," I say as he chugged down my milk.
"I'll get you more." He says with a milk mustache.
"Nice mustache," I say as he walks to get me more milk. He wipes it off with his sleeve. "Hey, let's watch Avengers."
"Yeah, I like it." He says returning with a glass of milk.
"Me too, now shh." I say turning the lights off.