Two wrongs don't make a right. ( 4 / ? )
Pairing: Belldom
Summary: Matt goes out for a friends birthday and gets one step closer to his attacker.
Disclaimer: I don't own MUSE and no offence is intended.
WARNING: This story contains rape, violence and extremely strong language.
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three
Just over five weeks later and things are getting back to normal. Stacking boxed anime figurines onto a shelf I look over at Lauren. She just smiles back. That sort of smile that says ‘Everything is going to be okay Matty.’ Work’s been fine. Lauren, Clair and Danny never questioned me much after the first week.
Lauren told them I’d been mugged even though she knew the truth, it was never spoken about again. I’m starting to sleep again. Only two nightmares last week. My eyes healed well, so has my lip and to look at me you wouldn’t know what had happened.
“ Excuse me love.” says a little old lady, snapping me back to reality. “ but my grandson loves little monsters. Don’t suppose you’d have anything like that would you?” she asked sweetly.
“ Oh of course, I could show you if you like.” I say back leading her to the other side of the store to the big display there. Little monsters is getting huge right now and I designed the display myself. Bloody proud I was finishing that.
“ Thank you sweetheart.”
“ No worries.” I chimed back before walking into the staff room and sitting on one of the plush sofas.
“ Hey Matty. It’s my birthday on Friday. Are you coming?” asked Clair.
“ What? Where?”
“ Newton’s in town.”
I think it over. Should I go? I should go. I would have gone at any other time but there is this little voice in the back of my head whispering at me.
“ Matty please.” she whines as if she can see the cogs turning over.
“ Okay, Friday right?”
“ Yay.” she squeals jumping on to my lap. It will be alright Matty, I tell myself. A few drinks at Newton’s. Big deal. What’s the worst that could happen, couldn’t get any worse than…. We are NOT thinking about THAT anymore. No, were are not.
Friday comes around and I’m standing if front of the mirror. Should I do my hair again? Nah, it’s fine. A little messy but fine. Fixing the buttons on my black shirt I grab my phone from off the table just as the door knocks.
“ Hey girlfriend.” I tease as I open the door. Lauren smiles easily as we walk down the stairs and out into the cool night air. It doesn’t take long to get to Newton’s, it’s only a few blocks away. Walking in it’s got a easy vibe. Friendly and cosmopolitan. Very Clair. The party group are sat in the V.I.P area just up a few steps from the bar.
“ Hey, you made it.” squeals Clair dressed to the nine’s in a sparkly blue dress.
“ Of course we did. Like we wouldn’t be here silly.” Lauren purred playfully.
Sipping a glass of red I listen to the chatter of my friends around me. I don’t want to join in though. Lauren’s looking at me like she knows I don’t want to be here. I smile sheepishly at her and she drops her gaze. Hours pass and Clair gets more and more wasted. Danny’s laugh get’s wilder and Lauren’s gets louder in general. None of this is affecting me though because I’ve hardly touched a drop. I think I’m only on my second glass.
It was just then that I chose to turn around and face the bar. That hair, that jacket, those skinny legs clad in super tight black.
I don’t believe it. No. No, it cant be. That bastard. Look at him just leaning on the bar like nothing ever happened.
Stupid fucker.
I have a good mind to just phone the police right now. He’s a fucking animal. God Matt, calm down, you can do this. Just fucking ignore him. Actually fuck that. I know it’s Clair’s birthday but I want to go home. He placed his bottle onto the bar and proceed to walk towards the toilets and I don’t know what made me do it but I got up and followed him. Before I could stop myself I was stood right there in the toilets with the prick who ruined my fucking life.
“ Sizing up your next victim are you, you fucking bastard. I have a good mind to fucking bash your fucking head in right now. You know that.” I spat suddenly courageous. He looked at me the very picture of confused and then smiled wide.
“ Is this about the coke?” he questioned easily. I was dumbfounded. That sick bastard.
“ Fuck no! don’t act like you don’t fucking remember me because I remember you. Its been a bit hard to forget actually.” I barked.
“ Look mate, I don’t have a fucking clue who you are so just get out of my way yeah.” he drawled casually.
“ How the fuck do you do it? No really. What the fuck makes you do that to people? Your sick. Fuck you!” and with that I lamped him. I don’t even know where it came from but I really hit him, hard, straight in the jaw. He staggered slightly and placed one hand on the wall.
“ Look man I’m not Stuart. You’ve picked the wrong guy all right.” he slurred spitting blood onto the floor.
Shit Bells that was a damn good shot.
“ I don’t give a fuck what your name is. Actually I don’t fucking care.” I spat right into his ear. “ I hope you die you fucking cunt.” I whispered before walking out of the toilets and out of the bar.
Out in the cold night air I leant against the cool wall of the alley way and closed my eyes. I was shaking, I suddenly couldn’t breathe and I ended up sliding down the wall and wrapping my arms around my legs. Sobbing I didn’t hear the foot steps approaching me. I really should have done.
Summary: Matt goes out for a friends birthday and gets one step closer to his attacker.
Disclaimer: I don't own MUSE and no offence is intended.
WARNING: This story contains rape, violence and extremely strong language.
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three
Just over five weeks later and things are getting back to normal. Stacking boxed anime figurines onto a shelf I look over at Lauren. She just smiles back. That sort of smile that says ‘Everything is going to be okay Matty.’ Work’s been fine. Lauren, Clair and Danny never questioned me much after the first week.
Lauren told them I’d been mugged even though she knew the truth, it was never spoken about again. I’m starting to sleep again. Only two nightmares last week. My eyes healed well, so has my lip and to look at me you wouldn’t know what had happened.
“ Excuse me love.” says a little old lady, snapping me back to reality. “ but my grandson loves little monsters. Don’t suppose you’d have anything like that would you?” she asked sweetly.
“ Oh of course, I could show you if you like.” I say back leading her to the other side of the store to the big display there. Little monsters is getting huge right now and I designed the display myself. Bloody proud I was finishing that.
“ Thank you sweetheart.”
“ No worries.” I chimed back before walking into the staff room and sitting on one of the plush sofas.
“ Hey Matty. It’s my birthday on Friday. Are you coming?” asked Clair.
“ What? Where?”
“ Newton’s in town.”
I think it over. Should I go? I should go. I would have gone at any other time but there is this little voice in the back of my head whispering at me.
“ Matty please.” she whines as if she can see the cogs turning over.
“ Okay, Friday right?”
“ Yay.” she squeals jumping on to my lap. It will be alright Matty, I tell myself. A few drinks at Newton’s. Big deal. What’s the worst that could happen, couldn’t get any worse than…. We are NOT thinking about THAT anymore. No, were are not.
Friday comes around and I’m standing if front of the mirror. Should I do my hair again? Nah, it’s fine. A little messy but fine. Fixing the buttons on my black shirt I grab my phone from off the table just as the door knocks.
“ Hey girlfriend.” I tease as I open the door. Lauren smiles easily as we walk down the stairs and out into the cool night air. It doesn’t take long to get to Newton’s, it’s only a few blocks away. Walking in it’s got a easy vibe. Friendly and cosmopolitan. Very Clair. The party group are sat in the V.I.P area just up a few steps from the bar.
“ Hey, you made it.” squeals Clair dressed to the nine’s in a sparkly blue dress.
“ Of course we did. Like we wouldn’t be here silly.” Lauren purred playfully.
Sipping a glass of red I listen to the chatter of my friends around me. I don’t want to join in though. Lauren’s looking at me like she knows I don’t want to be here. I smile sheepishly at her and she drops her gaze. Hours pass and Clair gets more and more wasted. Danny’s laugh get’s wilder and Lauren’s gets louder in general. None of this is affecting me though because I’ve hardly touched a drop. I think I’m only on my second glass.
It was just then that I chose to turn around and face the bar. That hair, that jacket, those skinny legs clad in super tight black.
I don’t believe it. No. No, it cant be. That bastard. Look at him just leaning on the bar like nothing ever happened.
Stupid fucker.
I have a good mind to just phone the police right now. He’s a fucking animal. God Matt, calm down, you can do this. Just fucking ignore him. Actually fuck that. I know it’s Clair’s birthday but I want to go home. He placed his bottle onto the bar and proceed to walk towards the toilets and I don’t know what made me do it but I got up and followed him. Before I could stop myself I was stood right there in the toilets with the prick who ruined my fucking life.
“ Sizing up your next victim are you, you fucking bastard. I have a good mind to fucking bash your fucking head in right now. You know that.” I spat suddenly courageous. He looked at me the very picture of confused and then smiled wide.
“ Is this about the coke?” he questioned easily. I was dumbfounded. That sick bastard.
“ Fuck no! don’t act like you don’t fucking remember me because I remember you. Its been a bit hard to forget actually.” I barked.
“ Look mate, I don’t have a fucking clue who you are so just get out of my way yeah.” he drawled casually.
“ How the fuck do you do it? No really. What the fuck makes you do that to people? Your sick. Fuck you!” and with that I lamped him. I don’t even know where it came from but I really hit him, hard, straight in the jaw. He staggered slightly and placed one hand on the wall.
“ Look man I’m not Stuart. You’ve picked the wrong guy all right.” he slurred spitting blood onto the floor.
Shit Bells that was a damn good shot.
“ I don’t give a fuck what your name is. Actually I don’t fucking care.” I spat right into his ear. “ I hope you die you fucking cunt.” I whispered before walking out of the toilets and out of the bar.
Out in the cold night air I leant against the cool wall of the alley way and closed my eyes. I was shaking, I suddenly couldn’t breathe and I ended up sliding down the wall and wrapping my arms around my legs. Sobbing I didn’t hear the foot steps approaching me. I really should have done.