You and Mattheo were enemies with benefits, before he left with no notice. He did it because he loved you. His father caught you and tortured you for hours to get what he wanted, until Matt appeared and got you out.

“You idiot!?” He shouted, running his shaky hands through his curls. “You nearly got yourself killed, I told you to tell him i’d do it!?”

You scoffed and stood up, ignoring the pain. “I’m stupid?”

“He wanted to kill you!? How the fuck could you have asked me for that!?” He continued. “When i tell you to save yourself, you do it. If we are ever in a position where only one of us can get out then you go. You leave.”

“No,” You seethed. “I won’t.”

“Yes you will.” He took a step towards you. “I’ll fucking make sure of it.”

“I fucking hate you!?” You screamed, your voice raw from all the screaming when you were tortured. Your hands, filled with rage, collided with his chest but he stood unmoved. “I hate you!?”