Temporary

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^*Matt’s POV*^
I sat and talked to Brian for at least another hour, I didn’t tell him anymore about Harper and I, if I could even use that term anymore. I left her and Zack’s house fucking pissed off yesterday. I nearly got my ass kicked, and she didn’t do anything to help me, but instead as soon as I get the upper hand in the fight and she sees that Zacky was going to get hurt, so she wastes no time stepping in and stopping me. I should’ve done more to Zack than I did. I felt like he took her away from me, like they weren’t meant to be together. But who I am to be upset that she stepped in and stopped me from kicking her boyfriend’s ass? I mean, she does have a right to protect him, they are sadly a couple. A couple made in hell. I said my good byes to Brian, and went straight to the closest bar. I wanted to forget about this whole entire day and hell, maybe if I drink enough I’ll forget about this whole week, or better yet, get alcohol poisoning and stop breathing.

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^*Harper’s POV*^
I spent the day with Zacky, not really doing anything but enjoying not having Matt around for once. I had to admit, I was a little afraid that he was actually mad, but I wasn’t really sure. I knew Zacky was happy he hadn’t come around again. Just as I had started to actually have feelings for Matt, he beats up my boyfriend, and storms off, leaving my slightly scared of him. I can’t have any feelings for a person like that other than fear and hate. I don’t like how Matt and Zacky are now on completely different pages, but I guess that’s just the way it has to be. Just as I was nearly asleep, I heard something. My eyes snapped open to the window. The moonlight dimly lighting the dark bedroom up. Thinking it was just me, being paranoid, I closed my eyes again, nestling back into Zacky’s arms, but just as I did I heard it again. This time I recognized what it was; someone was hitting the front door. I slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake Zacky as I tip toed out of the room, and down the creaky stairs, and through the dark living room to the front door. I slowly opened it up, and just as I did a person fell into me.

“Hey babe…” I heard Matt slur in my ear, the strong smell of alcohol consuming the air around us.

“Matt? What the fuck, get off of me!” I whispered frantically, struggling under his large body, trying to get him to stand up straight on his own. He laughed lightly, and took my face in his hands, crushing his lips into mine, his tongue invading my mouth as I tried to get him off of me. I finally got his face away from mine. “What the fuck?! Get out of here!” I whispered, trying to get him to stop leaning on me, all the while trying not to wake up Zacky, because the last thing we need is someone going into the hospital. “Stop, Matt.” I couldn’t stop him as he kissed me again, his hands trailing under my shirt. I grabbed his wrists, removing his hands from my skin. “Matt! Fucking stop!” I was getting scared as he put a finger to my lips.

“Shh, don’t wake Zack…” His voice trailed off as he smirked, and he kicked the door closed as his hands went to the top of my pants.

“Matt, no.” I grabbed his hands, stopping them as he looked up, and glared.

“You don’t tell me what to do.” He glared, grabbing my arms forcefully, and pinning them back against the wall, and I tried to push him back again, a whimper escaping my lips. I had to get Zacky.

“Z-” Before I could scream Matt clamped a hand over my mouth.

“Don’t want to do that.” Matt slurred. “You don’ want to hurt me? Do you?” He asked, and I nodded. I wanted him to stop. I didn’t like this Matt. Something wasn’t right with him, he never acted like this. But he was drunk. Very drunk. He tightened his grip on my arm to the point I thought the bones might snap. “Let me say it again, you don’t want to hurt me? Do you?” He asked, and tightened his grip further, forcing tears from my eyes. I reluctantly shook my head.

“Just leave me alone, Matt.” I whispered after he took his hand away.

“No, I love you. Now cooperate.” He whispered, and smirked as he kissed me again, and I tried to push him away, but it was no use as his hands went back to the waistband of my pajama pants. I didn’t have an option but to listen to him. He had me cornered, and I couldn’t cry for Zacky.

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^*Zacky’s POV*^
I woke up with sun blinding me, cutting off my vision as I sat up. I went to see if Harper was still asleep, but she wasn’t. She wasn’t even in bed. I got up, went over and pulled the blinds closed, then walked out of the room, and down the stairs. I went into the kitchen and put some coffee on, and then went into the living room, where I found Harper curled up on the couch, asleep. I walked over to her, and shook her shoulders.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” She screamed suddenly, sitting up and shoving me away. I fell back onto the floor, staring up at her with confused, scared eyes.

“Harper, what’s wrong?” I asked as she started taking deep breaths, shaking slightly. I got off of the floor and sat down beside her. “Harper, are you okay?” I asked, and she nodded.

“I-I’m fine.” She muttered, and leaned into my side, wrapping her arms around me. Something wasn’t right. “I just had a bad dream.”

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^*Harper’s POV*^
That was no bad dream. I still had last night on repeat in my head, and it shook me to the core every time I thought about it. Matt raped me and then left. I hoped I would never see him again. I was truly terrified of him now, I was scared of him. I hated him, and I wished something terrible would happen to him. I needed to tell Zacky, but I couldn’t bring myself to, it was like something was holding me back, but I didn’t know what it was. I needed to tell someone, but I didn’t know who. I didn’t know who to go to. I would tell Parker, but she doesn’t need anything else on her shoulders right now, she has her own life to worry about. She doesn’t need me and my fucked up relationship with a monster weighing her down. That’s right, after last night I see Matt through crystal clear eyes. He’s a monster, a newly formed monster. I saw a side of him I never want to see again. There’s the sweet and loving Matt that may look like he won’t hesitate to snap at you without a word, but wouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone, then there’s the monstrous side of him, the side that isn’t afraid of shit, and will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. I miss the sweet Matt; the Matt that used to hug me, and kiss me sweetly, and tell me that he loved me, and make me feel like I was on top of the world. He just turned into this new Matt a few days ago, and I don’t like it at all.

“Harper? Are you okay? Hello?” I was quickly brought from my thoughts as Zacky snapped his fingers in front of my face.

“Sorry.” I muttered, and hesitantly pulled away from him.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You seem like something’s bothering you.” Zacky looked at me with concerned eyes. If only he knew what was going on, if only he knew what happened last night while he was sound asleep, without a care in the world. If only he knew, then he would be already in police custody, being charged for the murder of Matthew Charles Sanders.

“I’m fine, Zacky.” I mustered up a smile and stood up. “I’m going to go get a shower.” I said, and he nodded, and I walked off towards the stairs, trying to think of who I could tell. I couldn’t keep this to myself; it would tear me apart from the inside out. Jimmy tells everything to Parker, and I don’t want her to know, Johnny’s too childish, and plus, after what I did to him yesterday for blasting music from his house, I don’t think he’ll want to listen to me. Zacky’s out of the question…my only choice left is Brian. I can trust him, and he won’t tell anyone.

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^*Matt’s POV*^
I finished throwing up what was left of all of the alcohol on my stomach and flushed the toilet. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, and stood up, walking into the living room and sitting down on the couch with my head in my hands. God I wish I knew what I had done yesterday. I couldn’t remember anything. I talked to Brian, I remember that much, but everything else is just a complete black cloud. I don’t even know what I said to Brian…

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^*Harper’s POV*^
I just walked to Brian’s house, telling Zacky I was going to see Parker and Jimmy. I knocked on Brian’s door, and looked down, feeling tears tugging at my eyes. I heard the door open, and I realized what I was about to say to him, and I looked up at Brian, fighting the urge to cry.

“B-Brian, can I talk to you?” I mumbled, and he looked at me concerningly.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, and I nodded.

“Bad wrong.” I whispered, and he let me in, and led me over to his couch where we both sat down and I took a deep breath.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, and I sighed.

“No.” I just shook my head. “I came to you, because I don’t really have anyone else that I can tell.” I said, and looked down. “Brian, before I say anything you have to promise not to tell Zacky, or Parker, or anyone.” I said, looking back up at him, and he nodded, curiosity on his face.

“I won’t. Harper, just tell me what’s wrong.” He said, and I bit my lip to keep the tears away.

“Matt came over last night…” I said, finding it hard to get the next words out of my mouth. Brian’s face suddenly had a mix of emotions, but I couldn’t hardly see because my eyes were tearing up.

“What?” He asked, sounding slightly shocked, but he masked it well with confusion.

“It was late, and he was drunk off of his ass, and…” I just couldn’t say it. “He…he came in, and…” I had to tell him, I had to before it drove me insane. “He raped me…” My voice was barely above a whisper as I literally heard Brian’s mouth drop.

“What?” Brian asked after we sat in silence for a second. I looked up at him.

“I couldn’t stop him, I couldn’t get Zacky, I…I…” I felt tears slide down my cheeks and Brian immediately hugged me, rubbing my back as I cried into his shoulder, the reality of everything was like getting hit by a train. “I couldn’t s-stop him…”

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^*Brian’s POV*^
I didn’t know what to do, so I just sat there and held Harper as she cried. Matt…Matt did that to her? But…but how? Why? I mean, I just fucking talked to him yesterday afternoon and he seemed perfectly fine, and sober, and… Just fucking why would he do something like that? Because he’s Matt, that’s why. The guy that has never been able to control himself, or his emotions. I reluctantly pulled away from Harper, and looked at her.

“Y-you gotta tell Parker.”

“No, I can’t. I just…” She sighed, shaking her head.

“Tell Parker.” I said, but she wasn’t going to, she was set on keeping it a secret.

“No. She already has too much to worry about, the last thing she needs to have to deal with right now is her fucking dysfunctional sister.” She said, and I sighed.

“Then tell Zack. Tell him everything, or I will.” I said, and she looked up at me.

“There isn’t an ‘everything’ it’s-”

“Harp, don’t try and hide it, Matt told me how he feels about you.” I said softly.

“So you know.” She stated, and I nodded.

“Yea. Now, you go tell Parker, and I’ll go talk to Matt.” I said, and she thought about it for a second before nodding.

“Okay…” She said, and I stood up, and she stood up. I walked to the door, and opened it for her.

“Everything’s going to be okay.” I said reassuringly, and she nodded, and hugged me.

“Thanks, Brian.” She said, and pulled away as I smiled lightly.

“No problem.” I said, and she hesitantly walked out, and started off down the street towards Parker and Jimmy’s place, and I walked out, and closed the door behind me as I started in the opposite direction, towards Matt’s house, anger building with each step. I banged my fist on the door hard, making sure to get his attention. I still didn’t see why he would do that to her. That kind of thing is unforgivable, and inexcusable. The door swung open, revealing Matt. I wanted to knock his fucking lights out right then, right there.

“Brian?” Matt questioned, and I stepped forward, and he got out of the way as I closed the door, and then turned to face him. “What’s wrong with you?” He asked, and I shook my head.

“You fucking know what’s wrong with me, you sick fuck.” I seethed, and he gave me a questionable look.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, genuinely sounding confused.

“I’m talking about what you did to Harper last night.” I said, and his eyes got wide.

“Oh god, what did I do?” He asked, dread building in his voice. Did he not know?

“You fucking know damn well what you did. You tore her apart, Matt!” I yelled at him. “She’s fucked because of what you did!”

“Brian I don’t fucking remember! I went and got drunk and I blacked out! I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!” He yelled back at me, wincing after and putting a hand over his eyes.

“You raped her.” I said, my voice barely above a whisper, and just by the expression on his face you would’ve thought I had told him that he was about to die.

“No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t.” He said, and I grabbed his shoulders.

“Do you not have any fucking idea what kind of mental state you’ve put her in?! She’s afraid of you, Matt!” I yelled in his face and he winced.

“No. I don’t believe you. I wouldn’t do that.” He still didn’t want to believe it.

“YOU FUCKED HER UP MATT! SHE’S IN TEARS BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID TO HER!” I screamed in his face. “You’ve really fucked up now Matt.”

“No, I-” I cut him off as I threw my fist into his face. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to rip his fucking face off.

“Why would you do that?!” I asked, towering above him as he just laid on the floor blinking as if trying to get his senses straight. “How could you?” I asked, anger slowly melting away as I realized he really didn’t remember doing it.

“I don’t know.” He said, and I just shook my head at him.

“I don’t even know who you are anymore, Matt.”