It killed her even more when he called her that; Starlet. If the constant thoughts about her parents weren’t enough, then that was enough to cause her eyes to water up again. She didn’t even try anymore, she just put down the the makeup and glanced over to Matt, tensing up when she noticed that he was angry. “N
N…Nothing. I-I’m fine…. I just .. I didn’t get that much s-sleep last night.”
And now he was angrier with the fact she was lying to his face right now instead of being honest with him. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Scarlett.” He spat, rubbing the back of his neck. “Those bruises aren’t from lack of sleep, I know the difference so either you tell me what the hell happened or..” Or what Matt? You would never dream of hurting her. “Or you’ll never hear from me again, because I’m not going to start dealing with liars.”
Stop staring, you’re gonna freak them out Matt.
"You’re nothing but a loser
If it weren’t for the occasional sniffles coming from Scarlett’s room, you probably wouldn’t even know anyone was in the house. Jake had been at it again, she was all bruised and shaking. She’d asked Matt to come over, not specifying why, and as always he agreed to it. After a few minutes of crying, Scarlett finally got up to clean up the mess and try to cover up the forming bruises. She was in the middle of putting on the makeup when she heard the front door open, leading her to a small panic. She didn’t expect him to get here so fast. Nonetheless, she kept quiet and tried to cover it up even quicker.
Matt was already making his way over to Scarlett’s when she’d asked him to come over; he wanted to surprise her seeing he’d been a little M.I.A lately. Without even knocking, he walked into her house and shut the door behind him before making his way towards her room. “Starlet?” He called, pushing her door open and furrowing his brows together at the female in front of him. Her covering up some dark marks on herself didn’t go unnoticed and the first instinct he had was to get protective and angry. “What the hell is that you’re covering up? Who did it?”
"I’d be the one to plan it."
"That’s no fun at all."
"You’d be one of those people to do it wouldn’t you?"
"Maybe they planned to wake you up.”
"Their plans will be ruined when I shut my phone off completely."
"I managed to get four full, uninterrupted hours of sleep last night before people started blowing up my fucking phone like they actually think I’ll be up at this hour."
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