Matt.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I think to myself.
“God, Matt! You frightened me,” I tremble. I feel really uneasy about this situation. Something’s not right here.
“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you,” he says softly.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. Matt should be in New York, not here in Del Mar.
“I came for you Ella. I miss you and I still love you,” he vows.
“What do you mean Matt? We have been over for months, I’ve moved on,” I snap at him.
“Yeah, I’ve noticed. You’ve lowered your standards a lot, sexy,” he says.
“Excuse me? Where do you get off…” I am cut off in mid-sentence.
“Shut up Ella!” he barks at me, making me jump.
“I came to this bum fuck town to get you back. I gave up an awesome job in New York and took this stupid fucking substitute teaching job, so I could be with you. And when I get here, I go to your place to find it empty. Then I learn that you are slumming it with some dirt bag that won’t let you out of his sight. But I have my chance now,” he says full of menace, backing me up against some of the lockers.
“I didn’t ask you to give up your job for me, Matt. And I certainly didn’t ask you to move to here. That’s all on you,” I return, nervously.
Almost as if he didn’t hear what I just said, Matt continues with, “Who did you think took that sexy robe of yours? How many times have I jerked off to it while smelling your scent? Who left you the messages on your whiteboard and car? Who else would send you flowers at school? I would’ve taken you that night you were jogging, but that kid interrupted us. You are mine Ella and I am not going to let you go now. It’s about time you realize that.” He has this scary aroused look in his eyes that makes me want to run.
Oh. My. God. All this time we thought it was Brent, but it’s actually been Matt.
“Matt what are you doing? I am with Ryder, things didn’t work for us and you know that. I’m sorry that I hurt you, but I love Ryder and we are together now,” I tell him, flinching away when he moves in closer with a demented and crazy look. One of his hands reaches up and grabs one of my breasts roughly.
“Stop it! I swear I’ll scream!” I shout.
“No one is here Ella. No one will hear you.” What is he saying? Is this even happening? I’m in total shock right now.
“Now
I
am going to
fuck
you up against the board, just like
he
did.”
With that he moves in and starts running his hands down over my body. I bring my knee up as quick and hard as I can, jamming it into his balls. Then my foot comes down and I stomp on his toes with my high heels and run as fast as I can.
I run down the hall, realizing in all the craziness that I still have my phone in my hand and Ryder is on my speed dial. As I am flying over the stairs, I am able to call him. Turning around, I see Matt hot on my trail, while I scream into the quiet halls in the school. I reach the door and Matt throws my body up against it grinding himself into my back.
“Get away from me, please,” I beg, wanting him to let me go and forget this ever happened.
“Look what you did. Now I have to drag that pretty little ass of yours back to the class, so I can do you. I promise you will enjoy it. Although I should be rough for that little stunt you just pulled back there.”
I am shaking now and petrified.
“Okay” I say quietly, hoping he lets his guard down.
“Come on then, sexy. Let’s do this,” he says, wearing a demented smile. I notice him relax a little and I swing around with my elbow and nail him in the nose with it. He stumbles back in shock, enough for me to get through the doors of the school and run out into the parking lot.
Axel should be out here waiting for me tonight, but the parking lot is empty with the exception of my vehicle. I run as fast as I can, hoping to reach the safety of my car, but I’m running with heels and they dig into a crack in the parking lot causing me to stumble and fall. I quickly try to get up and start running again, but before I get the chance Matt is yanking me up by my hair. I scream out in pain because I actually feel him rip hair out of the back of my head with his tight grip. He drags me over to my car and throws me up against it.
“I was going to be gentle with you….” He lets that hang for me, to know it is not going to be good. Matt notices the phone in my hand and snatches it from my grasp. He throws it to the ground, smashing it. I hope Ryder got my call. I squirm and wiggle, hoping to get away from him again, but he is ready.
“Matt, please don’t do this,” I beg.
“Shut the fuck up, Ella!” He snaps, rubbing his body and his erection on me. He flips me around so my back is against his chest and pushes me down on the hood of the car. He leans over and then I feel the full weight of his body on my back.
I let out a heart-wrenching sob, hoping it will get him to stop and see what he is doing to me. This is a Matt that I never knew existed. The Matt that I know is sweet, kind and loving. He would never hurt anyone. What happened to him?
I am struggling to get out from underneath him, when he grabs the hem of my skirt and rips it, pulling it up my thighs and pushes it up around my waist. When he has it where he wants, Matt starts running his hands between my legs.
“Oh God, Matt. Please don’t,” I cry, still trying to make him see sense.
“I’ve had a hard-on for you for three fucking years and you gave me nada. You were nothing but a cock tease. You owe me,” he hisses. “I am going to fuck you so hard you will never forget me. I own you, Ella,” he hisses into my ear.
“You don’t own me, Ryder does. I belong to him!” I scream.
His free hand falls to my hip and grabs the side of my panties, ripping them so that they are sliding down one leg. I take the time to start struggling as much as I can, trying desperately to get out from underneath him. I can’t believe this is happening. The Matt that I was in a relationship with for three years is going to rape me. There’s no way I can let this happen. I try twisting my body around, so I can kick him in the balls again, but he grips my hair again and pulls, making me I cry out in pain. I manage to turn my head and I look him in the eyes. All I can see is rage radiating off of his entire body.
“This is going to be so much fun,” his voice breathy against my neck. I can feel his erection press between my thighs. I cry out, “No!”
My hands instinctively move to between my legs trying to keep him from entering me. As I do this, Matt’s grip pulls tighter and with a rough pull and push he bashes my head off the car and everything goes black.
The Aftermath
My eyes flutter open and the brightness of the lights send a stabbing pain through my head, causing my stomach to roll. “I’m going to puke,” I slur, rolling to my side.
As I’m emptying the contents of my stomach, someone is by my side with a garbage pail. When there’s nothing left in my stomach, I lie back down and close my eyes.
“You’re okay, baby. I wanna see those beautiful brown eyes. Can you open them for me again?” Ryder softly says into my ear. I can feel his hand caress the side of my face. I hear him get up and then water running. He returns and presses a cool, wet cloth against my face.
I wait a few minutes, my head aching, not feeling quite ready to open my eyes, even with Ryder’s gentle coaxing. Eventually, I put my hand over my forehead to shield my eyes from the light when I do reopen them. I slowly open them and focus on Ryder’s concerned-filled face.
“Hey beautiful, how are you feelin’?” he asks.
“Like I just got hit by a freight train,” I answer. “What happened?”
As soon as the question is out of my mouth, memories assault my brain and forgetting about my nausea, I bolt up in the bed. Ryder’s arms instantly wrap around my body and he strokes my back, as I break down crying. I start shaking and squirming, trying to get out of his arms.
I don’t want him to touch me. I feel so dirty. Ryder releases my body and turns to look at me. I look away, not wanting to see the disgust in his face. He takes my face in his hands and I flinch remembering how Matt did the same just much rougher.
“Please don’t touch me,” I whisper, still shaking violently. I want to curl up to him and think everything will be okay, but I know things will never be the same again.
“Shh. It’s okay baby. I won’t hurt you. EVER,” he vows.
“Oh God, Ryder. D-did, please no,” I continue crying. “Did he r-rape me?” I stutter, and feel his body stiffen against me.
“Who is he baby?” he questions.
“It was Matt, my ex,” I whisper.
“Fuck! Shoulda killed that asshole!” Ryder yells, making me flinch.
“Did he? Please Ryder, I-I need t-to know,” I plead.
“I don’t know, baby. The doctor won’t tell me anything because I’m not family,” he says, smoothing my hair with one of his hands. I try not to flinch away from his touch, but I just know this is it.
“Axel wasn’t there,” I say.
“Come again?” I can feel the tension build up in his body again.
“Axel wasn’t waiting for me after work. I ran out in the parking lot for help, but he wasn’t there.”
“Fuck! With everything that was goin’ on, I missed that. He’s gonna answer to me.”
My eyes fall down my torso and I notice his hands caressing my belly and hip. They are bandaged in gauze and blood is seeping through the material. I grab the hand that is resting on my belly.
“What happened to your hands?”
“Don’t worry about it, baby?”
“I need to know, Ryder. I need to know what happened.” I say.
“Baby. Please.”
“Ryder, I. Need. To. Know,” I grit out
“When I got your call and heard what was happenin’, I got there as fast as I could. Fuck, I wasn’t fast enough, so sorry baby,” his voice in my ear is raw with emotion.
“He raped me, didn’t he?” I ask in a whispered sob.
“I honestly don’t fuckin’ know. When I pulled up, he was pressed against you on the hood of the car. All I could see was your skirt up around your waist and your panties were on the ground. His pants where down around his ankles. All I saw was red, so I jumped off of my bike and started pounding on that fuckin’ asshole.”
“He raped me,” I cry out.
“We don’t know that, baby. Wait until the doctor comes in, okay?”
“But what if he did? You won’t want me then,” I weep, afraid I’ll lose him. He is all I have left.
“Baby, I’ll always want you. Nothin’ will ever change that. No matter what we find out, we’ll get through this together,” he says, trying to reassure me. His words sound so sincere, but I don’t know if I can believe them.
The doctor walks into my room, grabbing the chart at the end of my bed.
“Good evening Ms. Scott, I’m Dr. Stone Ashford. We’ve completed a full physical examination since you’ve been admitted and the physical injuries you’ve suffered are a concussion, some minor bruising on your arms and hips and some scabbing on the back of your head due to your hair being pulled out. You were unconscious for almost eighteen hours due to the concussion, so I do recommend keeping you overnight for observation, just in case there are any underlying problems. The Del Mar Police Department contacted us and because of the circumstances of your attack, we performed a rape kit to determine if a sexual assault…,”
I cut him off, “Did he rape me?”
Dr. Ashford looks down at my chart, then looks back up, locking his eyes on mine. “According to the kit results, we’ve found no evidence of a sexual assault.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, in disbelief.
“There were no signs of any tearing or bruising to your vaginal walls which would indicate a sexual assault had occurred. I am one hundred percent positive that you were not raped, Ms. Scott.”
With that, I literally lose it. I cry uncontrollably into Ryder’s chest, while his hands rub my back trying to soothe me.
“I will send the nurse in with medication for your pain and nausea. And we will be checking on you every hour until you are released. Do you have any questions before I leave?” Dr. Ashford offers.
Shaking my sore head, I say, “No. Thank you Dr. Ashford. I’m good.”
“Okay, I’ll see you in an hour,” he says, smiling at me. He turns around and walks out the door towards the nurse’s station, just down the corridor.
“Baby, he didn’t touch you. I made it in time. Thank the fuck,” Ryder mutters against my mouth, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips.
“I was so sure Matt had raped me. The last thing I remember before getting knocked out was him screaming into my ear that he had put in three years for a piece of me. He was finally going to get what he was owed and he was going to enjoy it!”
Remembering the way his body was pressed up against me before I was knocked out. I feel a wave of nausea hit my body.
“Definitely wished I killed that fucker,” Ryder hisses, balling his hands into fists.
I continue to tell Ryder about the whole ordeal with Matt. Once I was finished, he tells me about driving up and seeing Matt on top of me on the car. He was expecting to see Brent when he pulled up. In his rage, he attacked Matt with his fists and said that he would have slit his throat, if Diesel hadn’t showed up when he did. After taking the blade from Ryder and calming him down, Diesel told him to see to me and then called the police and 911.