3. Chapter 3
Matt gets up and leaves. A couple minutes later, I hear yelling from outside. I get off my bed and look outside. And there stands Matt and Dylan fighting. Luckily, it wasn't physical yet. Matt looks up at me, shakes his head, looks back at Dylan and shoves him to the ground. I run downstairs as fast as I can, grab my shoes and run outside. When I get out there, Matt's nose is bleeding and he has a black eye and cuts on his face. Dylan wasn't facing me, so he had no idea I was standing there. Matt sees me come out and says, "Kellie." I'm just standing there, biting my lip and letting the tears come streaming down my face. He goes to walk over to me, when Dylan takes him and pushes him to the ground, and sits down next to him, punching him. "Dylan, just stop." I reply. Dylan stops and looks back at me. He slowly gets up and starts to walk toward me even slower. "What?" He asks. "Stop." I answer. Matt coughs painfully and balls up in a circle. "Whatever, bitch." Dylan replies, walking away.
After Dylan leaves, I kneel down next to Matt and cups his face in his hands. I put my forehead to his and starts crying. "Kellie, look at me." Matt mumbles weakly, putting his hands onto mine. "Don't protect me. It's not worth it. I'm the one that needs to protect YOU. I care about you too much to let someone, like Dylan, to get in the way of our relationship. And I'm showing a terrible job of showing it. I honestly deserve this." Matt replies, lifting up his upper body. Once he catches his balance and leans himself against his car, I scrunch up in a ball and put my head in his lap. Looking up at him, his brown eyes had shined more than they did before he left. "Thank you." I say, breaking the silence. "For what?" Matt asks, playing with my fingers. "For being here for me. For being the best of a friend you could ever be. I miss those days, where we could do whatever we wanted without getting judged. And ever since those days, you've helped me with every single thing I couldn't do on my own." I answer.