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Hidden Pain
By soullust

 


First, I would like to thank my amazing friends who are supportive and amazing. Second, I would like to request that everyone who reads this also reviews. I am not asking for a book report guys but I think it is completely unfair for some many writers to ask for reviews and yet not return them. It may take me a while to review but I tend to go back and give some sort of feed back. Last I would like to dedicate this rambling to L. Thursday( you are a bad ass), Jessi Plague (Plaguey!), and Emma V. (Your lover is haunting my dreams)lol.

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??????????? Disclaimer: I don't fucking own anything not even a car so don't sue me.

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“Get Out! Just Get the fuck out!” I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

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“Baby, calm down.” My boyfriend begged softly as he tried to approach me.

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??????????? I lost it and just started throwing shit at him while continuing to curse him.

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Matt, bless him, managed to dodge all the airborne items as he went to leave giving me

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a sad smile. Even after Matt pulled the door I continued to yell and destroy my living

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room. ?Finally, when my angry adrenaline was expelled from my body I sunk into the

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corner of my couch and surveyed the damage.

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??????????? There was shit on every inch of the floor. The coffee table, which one held neatly

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stacked bills and several remotes was flipped onto its side; the bills littering the floor

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while the remotes were MIA. Of everything in the living room only my TV was spared,

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even my framed pictures were damaged in my fit of rage.

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The tears that stung my eyes spilled down my face once again. Not only had I

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just trashed my living room like a drunken rock star but I had managed to ruin my 6

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month relationship.

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??????????? Everything had been going so well for 6 months, no one knew I was defective but

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I had just ruined that. By morning Matt and all his friends would be talking about how

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fucking crazy I was. I just knew it.

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??????????? Nestling further into my couch, I cried harder. I had moved to California

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for a fresh start. No friends. No family. No enemies. Just a fresh start with an

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optimistic hope.?

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??????????? Matt and I had met under awkward circumstances. We were both reaching for the

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same horror movie in a local Blockbuster. One look into that beautiful face and I was a

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goner. We started dating nearly instantly. He opened up to me about his painful divorce,

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the lost of? one of his best friends and the restart of his band.

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??????????? I gave him only the basics. I refused to tell him about my anxiety or depression.

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I never brought up my bipolar disorder.? I found ways to hide the defects. If I was having

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an episode and Matt wanted to spend time with me, I lied and told him I was busy. He

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simply thought that since I was a writer I needed to focus on my latest project. When he

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stayed over, I would lock myself in the bathroom to take my medications. I went so far

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to hide my flaws that I would lock my meds in a box. Matt never questioned me, I guess

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he just figured it contained personal products.

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??????????? I had deceived him to protect him as well as our relationship. Now I could see it

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was not worth it. Even with all the perfectly set lies, Matt still found out. The perfect,

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beautiful, talented, intelligent man could see my most humiliating flaws. Worst of all,

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my flaws had hurt him.

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??????????? When the doctors changed the medications, they had said my demons might

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manifest slightly. They had not warned me the onslaught might react as though I was

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not taking anything.

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??????????? Matt had said something; I couldn't remember what it was just that I lost it.

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Whatever it was I knew it wasn't mean or cruel; Matt wasn't that type.

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??????????? I cried with more pain as I realized not only had I fucked up my relationship but

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that I? never deserved Matt. I think I always knew that but for a little while I was selfish

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and kept him.

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??????????? I must have cried myself into an exhausted sleep because the next thing I knew

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I was being lifted off the couch. It startled me, I woke up for the slightest noise and I

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hadn't heard a thing. My swollen, burning eyes opened cautiously to find my sweet Matt

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cradling me in his arms.

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??????????? He smiled sweetly at me as he carried me to the bedroom. “I'm sorry.” I hoarsely

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choked out. Matt simply shook his head and walked into my bedroom. Without turning

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on the light, he set me on the end of the bed and began to remove various articles of my

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clothing. Flip-flops. Jeans. T-shirt.

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??????????? I sat there on my bed in my black boy shorts and black bra thinking to myself if

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he wanted sex then I would give it to him because he deserved it. Matt kicked off his

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shoes; shrugged out of the black button up I loved so much; stripped from his jeans

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before pulling off his white undershirt. I just stared at him. Matt; my Matt; in his red and

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black checkered boxers and white socks was God-like.

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??????????? He must have noticed me staring because he shot me a boyish grin. The same

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one he gave me since the first time he had busted me staring at him while he was

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bare-chested.

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??????????? My heart raced in my chest as he stepped to his side of the bed. Matt must have

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realized I wasn't going to move because he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled

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me to the head of the bed. Settling us both under the covers, Matt pulled me to his chest

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and stroked my hair.

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??????????? I couldn't understand why he wasn't angry with me. I had THROWN things at

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him. Matt should have never wanted to speak to me again.

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??????????? “I knew.” Matt whispered into the dark room as his fingers continued to play

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with my hair.

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??????????? My breath caught and I begun to tremble. Matt's hand slipped out of my hair to

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my near bare back, pulling me closer to his body. As if he could read my mind, Matt

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started into an explanation. “ I saw the bottles in your purse when you spent the night

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at my house.”

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??????????? I remembered that night perfectly. In our 6 months of togetherness, I had only

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stayed at Matt's house once and it wasn't from his lack of trying. He always begged me

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to stay at his beautiful two-story mansion rather than my small one bedroom apartment

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but I was a creature of habit. Finally after four and a half months of dating and begging

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combined with a night of wondrous sex, I agreed to stay the night at his place. I must

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have stupidly left my bag open. A sob ripped from my throat at the thought.

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??????????? “Baby.” Matt inhaled deeply. “Baby, I wish you would have told me. I

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love you.”

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??????????? “The doctors changed my meds.” I replied. Matt's deep chuckle filled the room

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causing me to sit up and look at him.

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??????????? “What?” “I finally grow enough balls to say I love you and you tell me the docs

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changed your meds.”

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??????????? I cleared my throat and blushed. “I love you, too Matt. And I'm sorry.”

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Matt smiled and pulled me into a sweet kiss. “We will figure this out. Cause I'm never

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letting you go.”??


 

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