Kyle: MarcusMature

I held back a whimper as I heard someone try and open the door. I'd pushed the couch and a couple bookcases in front of the door so there was no way Matt was getting in. That's if it was Matt. And even though there was no way he could get in, I was still fucking terrified. I mean, what if he smashed a window and got in that way? What if it wasn't even Matt at the door?

"W-w-who is it?" I asked quietly.

"Mr. Thomas?" a voice I didn't recognise called out.

"...Yeah?"

"I'm Marcus, Mr. Thomas. Mr. Cross sent me to keep away umm, a Matt, was it?"

"Okay, just... just give me a sec"

I moved the stuff blocking the door out of the way. I opened the door kind of cautiously once I'd moved everything to get the door open. The guy, Marcus, shot me this friendly smile but I get the feeling I didn't exactly mirror it. He held out his hand for me to shake but dropped it when I flinched a little.

"Sorry, man. D'you want me to come in?"

I nodded, letting him in and not enjoying how long the door had been open. He walked in and looked at the stuff I'd had piled up behind the door. I shut the door and glanced at the couch, already wanting to shove it against the door again and go hide.

"You want a hand with that?" he asked, glancing at me.

"Up to you"

‎​"It'd be easier to do my job if we keep that stuff away from the door but it's up to you if you want it there or not"

"Oh. I gues I can leave it, then..."

He shrugged. "So Damien didn't tell me much about this Matt guy. He just said I have to hang around til he's definitely gone" ‎​

"Um, well what else would you want to know?"

‎​"What he looks like, what he's capable of, stuff like that"

I went and got a photo of Matt that we'd taken back when he was nice and showed it to Marcus. I switched a light on so he could see it properly and so I could see him properly as well. He had short dark brown hair and a friendly face. Long story short, he wasn't a bad looking guy.

‎​"Um... Well, this is the worst he's beaten me up so far. And he's been... Um..." I trailed off, not sure how to phrase the sexual stuff.

He nodded. "It's okay. Take your time. By the sounds of it, I'm gonna be hanging around a while anyway"

I blushed slightly. "He... I dunno what you'd call it. I mean, it was kinda like... but I wouldn't really call it..."

He nodded again kind of understandingly and I tried to fight back the embarrassment at admitting that I'd essentially been raped. But like I said, I wouldn't really call it that but maybe that's just me. "It's okay, Mr. Thomas, I'll make sure he doesn't bother you again" Marcus said, smiling a little.

I kinda smiled back. "Thanks"

"Mind if I get a coffee?"

"Knock yourself out"

"Want one?" he smiled and I shook my head.

"No thanks"

He went off to make himself a coffee and I curled up a little, kind of wishing none of this shit had ever happened. And I'm talking like all the shit since I got with Danny.

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