Broken and Mended

My eyes widened in shock, wondering why he would actually talk to him like that. Didn't he know that my father could just kill him right there and then? Matt was tied up after all. My head snapped back suddenly, screaming out in agonizing pain; one of them men having literally stomped on my ankle no doubt probably breaking it from the angle he had done that.

Through the tears flooding my eyes rapidly, I could make out the sight of my father walking over to Matt, chuckling and kicking his leg. It was hard to hear what they were saying over my crying, but I made out some faint words.

"I wouldn't say force... It is more of making her accept it."

@ rachthebat

"Are you crazy?! That sick in the head?! She's your daughter she shouldn't have to accept it!" Matt couldn't believe what he was hearing, was the guy that fucked up that he didn't think he was doing anything wrong? He watched, wide eyed, as her father bent down next to Maria and pulled her up by her hair, wincing at the high pitched screams coming from her. His fingers itched to rip the guy's throat out, to beat him black and blue. But he was stuck where he was. Praying that back up would get to them as soon as they could.

@ thedesolaterose

I quickly looked over at Matt, tears flooding my eyes from already excruciating pain, becoming much worse. A few of the men chuckled, the one man that was holding my arms down finally letting go, his hand prints practically burned into my arms. My father chuckled looking over at Matt, slamming my back into the wall, my head hitting it from the force. I drop down to my knees, everything a bit blurry and black at the moment, trying not to lose it. But I felt about ready to pass out from pain, small blood droplets trickling out of my mouth.

@ rachthebat

Matt pulled at his restraints as he watched her father hurt her, growling under his breath. "Don't! Don't hurt her, please! Kick the shit out of me, I don't give a fuck, just don't hurt her!"

The old man snarled, sneering in Matt's direction. Grabbing a fistful of Maria's hair, he pulled her up, getting right into her face. "Would you look at that, the cop wants to be your knight in shining armour, how cute."

Letting her drop to the floor, Matt winced at the shriek Maria let out, helpless to do anything about it. "Please, just leave her alone!"

"Shut your face, pig!" He could tell the old man was getting pissed, so he continued to goad him, hoping to take the heat off of Maria. "Or, what? You gonna beat me? Oh, I forgot, you don't like people that hit back!"

Her father advanced in Matt's direction, the cop's face snapping to the left with the force of the punch. Spitting blood, he screamed at Maria. "Run! Go! Get help!"

@ thedesolaterose

I get up on my knees, looking up at Matt in shock, still dizzy but running over to Matt and kneeling in front of him. Staying between him and my father, my father looking down on me as if he could just step on me and crush me. But I didn't care, I just wanted Matt to be safe.

"No stop! Leave him alone! Please just stop! I won't let you hurt him!"

@rachthebat

"What are you gonna do, little girl?" Her father sneered at her, battering her away like she were but a piece of wet paper. Matt watched Maria fall to the floor, craning his neck to make sure she was okay before ducking his head back to try and miss the fists that were pounding into his face. But it was no good, there were just too many of them. All flying at him, at once. He groaned as he felt his teeth crack, blood pooling into his mouth, the metallic taste coating his tongue.

All of a sudden, a huge crash sounded, raised voices shouting out words he couldn't quite understand. His vision blurred, he watched men in uniform flood into the room, his head hanging low, relieved that help was finally there for them.

(Sorry I took so long, had a bit of mental block )

@ thedesolaterose

I peer up out of the corner of my eye, looking up at the men in uniform, my father being pulled by the arm by the men and tackled to the ground. Seeing this as an opportunity I quickly crawled my way over to Matt, spitting out the last of the blood in my mouth on the floor, shaking his shoulders and looking up at him.

"Are you okay!? Well obviously not considering you got your ass kicked without being able to fight back, but still... I'm sorry. This is all my fault..." I scrambled to untie his arms, starting to tear up from even more guilt than before, not realizing how bad my father really did hurt him.

The shouting in the back was clearing out as each of the men were dragged out and handcuffed.

(It's alright. My last post was so short because I literally had to type it and go so didn't do that very well either.)

@ rachthebat

"I'm fine, just got some cuts and bruises, they'll heal." Matt rubbed at his wrists, trying to get the circulation back into them, watching his colleagues clear the room out. He noticed the tears in Maria's eyes and pulled her into his arms. "Hey, don't get upset, it wasn't your fault." Rubbing his palm up and down her back to try and soothe her, he nodded at an officer that was collecting a few baggies of drugs. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Getting to his feet, Matt wobbled, holding onto Maria for support, letting her lead him out of the room, and the house. He stopped to speak to his superior, asking if he could take her to a hotel for the night. The police officer nodded his approval and arranged for a car to take them, booking them into the nearest bed and breakfast that had room. "Thank you, sir."

Limping back to Maria, he offered her a weak smile. "We're gonna stay at a hotel, tonight, get some rest before we have to give our statements in the morning."

(It was fine :) )

@ thedesolaterose

I walked over to Matt quickly, seeing that he was still very... disoriented from what had happened. I offered my shoulder out for him to lean on, holding up both of our weights, but of course having slight difficulty considering he was much bigger than me.

"Statements? Does this mean we have to go back to see him? I don't want to see him again. He will be so upset with me..."

Even though Matt seemed to be a bit happier and relaxed now, I was having a growing panic attack from worry.

I had those often...

But I was only panicking because this hasn't happened ever before, my father being caught by the police, my whole world changing in an instant practically.

@ rachthebat

(Yay!! Sorry was in Maine. It's always something for me:P)

Now that they were both safely in a car and on their way to a hotel, Matt felt like he could relax. Blowing out a breath, he winced at the sharp pain in his ribs, deciding that wasn't such a good idea. "No, you won't have to see him. I'll make sure of it. Just forget about him now, try to relax. He won't hurt you ever again." Matt felt her start to panic, her breathing increasing with every breath she took. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Deep breaths, in and out. I know this is all really sudden and different, but I promise you, you'll be okay. You got me now."

(Hahaha, you're a busy little bee Sorry it's short, I didn't really know what to write )

@ thedesolaterose

I nod my head, looking out the window as I hold my hand over my face, trying to relax myself. I could slightly see my reflection through the window; and I looked like hell. My hair was a complete filthy mess, my eyes were sunken and surrounded by dark circles, blood and streaks of dirt covering most of my already pale and ugly looking skin.

Finally arriving at the hotel for about a ten minute ride, I open the door looking over towards Matt.

"Do you need help walking up to the room?"

(I am!:P And it's alright. Sometimes I get this writer's block and have no clue what to write XD)

@ rachthebat

@ thedesolaterose
Matt smiled, allowing Maria to help him out of the car and onto the sidewalk. “That would be great, thanks.” He lifted his arm to let her slip hers around his waist, letting his drape across her shoulders as they wobbled over to the hotel’s entrance. After checking in, they took the elevator to the desired floor and walked down the corridor to their rooms, Matt handing the key card over to her. “I got us adjoining rooms so I’ll be right next door. I figured you wouldn’t want me imposing on you, but you wouldn’t want to be totally alone. That okay?”

(Oh my god, I completely forgot to reply to this, I’m so sorry!)

@ heretic.
"Thank you so much! And to be honest, I wouldn't want to invade your personal space. Thank you though for staying next door to me. It makes me feel safer than usual..."

I looked down and nodded my head, a small smile on my face as I unlocked the door to my room and walking in. I looked around, my face slightly shocked by how nice it was compared to my usual basement view. I wondered how it would feel to actually sleep on a bed for a night.

I walked into the small bathroom, looking at myself for a moment in the mirror, realizing I needed a shower or something. I was so gross looking. I was almost a corpse. Skin and bones, mixed with a tinge of dirt and blood.

How delightful.

(It's fine! Sorry I haven't written back! I wasn't sure if you didn't want to continue so I just didn't bother checking anymore until today:P)