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Chapter One
By hellovengeance

 


He didn't remember how things became so strained; maybe it was the fact they had been together for so long it was expected for them to get together. He stayed with her this way out of habit. She was the most amazing person and he could never replace her, but he didn't know if he loved her the way she needed. As a best friend yes. She had done everything for Avenged Sevenfold and more. But as time went on he slowly didn't feel the same for her as a girlfriend, lover, and wife.

They sat in their living room, divorce papers stacked neatly on the table. Their marriage lasting two years since they got married in 2004, unbeknownst to a lot of people. This separation was all a mutual agreement, it wasn't right to drag something on knowing the other person wasn't happy. They were better off as friends.

"Are we sure about this?" Val asked hesitantly, her hazel eyes wavering. "There's no going back."

Matt gave a sad smile holding her hand in his large ones.

"I want you to find a guy who can love you the way I can't, Val. It's not fair to you and me babe." he said firmly. "You are the biggest part of my life and the guys and I could never repay you for what you have done. I know you aren't happy with me."

"You guys are my family and it's all that I want from you guys. It just going to suck to watch you fall for another girl, Matt." she squeezed his hand tightly. "Just promise me the girl you find, who you love, she has to pass through me."

"Hahaa Val, I'm going to have to beat guys off with a stick from you." he joked. "I just wish I could-"

"We're going move on and everything will be fine." Val interrupted him. She grabbed all of the paper. "Do you want to go with me?" she grabbed her keys ready to go to city hall to turn the papers in.

"I have to go into the studio to record." he said regretting the fact he couldn't be with Val when she turned the papers in. "The house is yours, you know." his voice was soft. She turned her eyes wide.

"What?!" she choked out, this was her dream house. One story white house, huge windows that opened to the beach, heavy red curtains to keep the sun out.

"I bought a house two houses down. I paid it all off, all the bills are going to me. I want you to be happy and safe." he took out his keys, taking off the silver one to the house.

"I can't take this Matt." she tried to object.

"Val, it's yours and it's my- the guys gift from us to you." he said unyielding, he placed a kiss on her forehead and she wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"Thank you,” she whispered out.

"I'm going to move out this Saturday, okay?" he said, his heart heavy. Val gave a sad smile and placed her hand on his cheek. “I'll see you later, Val.”

“Bye Matt.”

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Saturday came quickly and Matt dragged himself to Val's house, tired from the week at the studio, recording their self-titled album. Val let Matt in, helping him carry all the stuff to his new house. She carried some of his clothes when she saw what his new house looked like.

It was a two-story house, but it was separated into two apartments. The top floor had a beautiful balcony opening towards the sea, the house was painted white with blue trimming, and the porch of the house was large complete with a full patio set.

“Which one are you?” she asked balancing the box of his clothes on her hip. He pointed towards the bottom one opening the door. “Do you have a neighbor?”

“Yeah, I haven't met them yet. The landlord said the neighbor was quiet.” He shrugged dragging some of the boxes in. It was a good-sized apartment; it had two bedrooms, a full bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen. “I like it.”

“Yeah it's perfect for you.” She smiled. The whole place was artfully decorated, splashes of black and reds throughout the place. The rooms had full furniture, mostly leather and suede. “I wonder who decorated this room, it's so nice. Don't trash it.” She laughed punching Matt on the shoulder.

“Oh the pain. The agony.” He said sarcastically. They walked outside to grab more stuff when Val accidentally bumped into a girl sending her to the floor and her crutches clattered to the floor. The girl let out a small squeak, her grey sweatpants getting dirty from the grey stones that littered the floor. The girl wiped her hands on her black shirt, when Matt caught a glimpse of the huge cast that took up most of her right leg.

“Oh my god sorry!” Val scrambled to help the girl up grabbing her gently by the elbow. Matt bent down to help, the petite girl. The small brunette winced, as she had to put weight upon her leg, her hair in her face.

“Sorry!” the girl said softly, brushing away her hair to reveal stormy grey eyes. She stood up, slightly taller then Valary, the body of a dancer; long legs, a small torso, thin waist, a perky chest. Matt grabbed her crutches handing them to her with a small smile making her feel more comfortable.

“Thank you. I didn't mean to bump into you. Sorry about that.” The girl apologized, her voice soft and melodious. Matt shoved his hands in his pockets feeling his eyes glued on the beautiful brunette and he coughed when Val elbowed him in the ribs.

“You're okay hun. You okay?” Val said smiling brightly to make the girl feel more comfortable. The girl nodded. “I'm Valary DiBenedetto. What's your name?”

“Kassy Angel.” She said quietly. She shifted the bag on her back uncomfortably her body leaning against the crutches. “I'm sorry I need to go.” She said softly her eyes averting from Matt and Valary's face. She gave a small smile and walked past them, crutching her way up the stairs.

“That was strange.” Matt said scratching his head. “I guess that answers your question.”

“She was pretty.” Val shrugged. “I guess she's okay to be your neighbor.”

“I'm glad I have your approval.” He said dryly. They walked back to the house getting the rest of his stuff. Once he grabbed the last box, Val felt everything settle in. This was finalizing everything, no more would they be together as lovers, now they were just friends. But… It felt fine, like everything made sense and she felt free. Staying with Matt was beyond great, but the love wasn't there anymore. Just friendship.

She helped him unpack all of his clothes and thing remembering all of the good times. After they were all done, Matt grabbed two beers and opened them, handing one to Val who accepted it gratefully.

“Thank you for helping me.” He tilted his beer towards her and sat down on the black leather couch. She sauntered over to him sitting back down next to him. “The guys will be over in a bit.”

“Sweet.” Val nodded taking a pull from the beer grimacing a the bitter taste “I don't know how you drink this.”

“It's an acquired taste.” He chuckled. “It's not going to change even if you try and drink it.” He turned on the T.V putting it on sport when Val groaned.

“I hate watching sport.” She stuck out her tongue out at Matt. “Jeeze.”

“I know.” He chuckled. At about five in the afternoon, Brian and Zack showed up with Chinese food in their hands. And a few minutes later, Johnny, Lacey, Jimmy, and Leana showed up.

 

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