forum Broken & Beautiful (Private o/o)

Started May 02, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

"That's what happens when you're treated like shit for 5 years," she shot back. "I feel like shit too… My whole life is shit."

He frowned, tilting his head. "I'm…not entirely sure what to say to that. Er-I could always…lend an ear, if you need to vent pr something?" This was all weird, but he wanted to help, for whatever reason.

Robin eyed him and sighed. "You're not going to take me to any brothel, are you?" she asked suspiciously.

Matteo blinked, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "First of all, the whole idea and practice of brothels is disgusting. Second, no, I'm not. Maybe a McDonald's, but not a brothel."

Robin nodded silently in agreement and opened the car door. Suddenly, someone yelled behind her. "You whore! You slut! Get your sorry ass back here now!" Robin froze. "My whore wife! My slutty wife!" he continued berating her, closing the distance.
Robin glanced back art the driver. "I understand if you don't want to take me, now," she whispered. Her eyes had given up.

Matteo's eyes flickered from her, to his rear view mirror, the pieces clicking in his brain. "Shit. Get in, hurry." He reached over, quickly pushing open the door for her and waving for her to climb in.

She looked shocked, but climbed into the car anyway. Her hand clutched her little bag tightly.

He locked the doors, not wasting any time in starting down the street as fast as he could. "Husband?"

Robin nodded, looking straight ahead out the windshield. Her usually rosy lips were pressed into a thin line.

Matteo nodded, jerking his head in the direction of the seats behind them. "There's water, if you need it. Where d'ya want me to take you?"

"Away from him," she replied sourly, closing her eyes.

"Very unhelpful, but alright." He thought for a moment, before making a turn.

Robin winced over seemingly nothing. "He's going to kill me. He's going to find me and kill me."

Matteo glanced over, frowning again. "D'you have anyone to go to? Somewhere out of state you could go? Or, there's a shelter near here…."

"I'm not going too a damn shelter," she snapped. Normally, she was a very kind and compassionate person, but not when she was hungover.

"Look." He said, fully looking at her. "I'm trying to offer a bit of help where I can. I was making a suggestion, not holding up a contract. Advil's in the glove box, I recommend some. Now, if you won't go to a shelter, what other options are out there? Plane ride away, maybe."

Robin felt herself being weighed down with fatigue. "I'm tired," she mumbled.

"Sleep then." Matteo shook his head, focusing back on the road. "I'll wake you up when we get there."

"Get where?" Robin asked, but she was already asleep before she could hear his answer.

Matteo flickered a glance over at her, sighing. You're gonna be okay. At least, he really, really hoped so. It wasn't long before he reached his apartment, pulling into the small lot next to the building.

Robin's eyes flickered when the car stopped, but she didn't wake up.

Matteo turned the car off, sliding out and moving around to the passenger side door. He opened it carefully, debating whether to wake her up, or to let her sleep. She's not one of your other friends, you can't just carry her in, dimwit.

To his relief, Robin stirred and blinked her eyes open. "Mmm… where am I?" she asked quietly.

"My apartment. I was about to wake you up so we could head up." Matteo said softly, motioning to the apartment building.

Robin sat up and moaned. "My head…"

"Hangover headaches. You should eat, it'll help." Matteo said, leaning against the van as he let her take her time.

Robin winced. "Are we going to go inside?" she asked, blinking slowly.

'Waiting on you." Matteo said, nodding. "C'mon, need any help?"

"No," she mumbled, nearly face planting as she got out of the car.

His arm shot out, not quite touching her, but blocking her from falling all the way. "Please, just let me help? I don't want you falling or something."