Matt pov
Shiver rolls up my spin. He's not here. I'm not sure but the air seems different. I drowsily attempt to lift my head from the limp pillow, but more painful yet were the nails now sinking into my palm. Hard. I could follow him or I could not. With Mello there were only two options and either way it means I messed up again. Either way I really couldn't care less. It's only expected from my little a bitch with an ongoing period.
I noticed my pants still hang loosely from one ankle and try to shake them off. The pants are definitely much to dirty from what I can recall of the night especially on the bed the whole time and I do have to follow him all night. Should I even bother bringing anything along, it'd probably wrecked at some point. But I can't help but sidetracking because these aren't my pants. Black, shiny, tight leather. He couldn't be…
"Rawrrrr…" Everything I say comes out stupid or useless or that what he says.
I wonder if I say something but no ones around to hear it, does it ever actually come out. Probably. No, I'm absolutely sure it does and with these thin walls Near must have heard it too.
I search half heartedly for my goggles, my lazy still complaining. It should be fucking happy it wasn't Mello's ass. No matter the beating I get later I know it's nothing compared to what was shoved up his hours before. Bloody fucking happy. Not that I would know, I just have a feeling.
They drop to the floor and I realize I'm going to have to get up now, if I like it or not and I don't. Each step worst then the last, not that my legs were sore, they did but not nearly as bad as Mello must have it. My head aches and I can feel my stomach churning. My hand was automatically reaching for the switch but somehow I felt I wasn't ready to see. Too late. My goggles lay broken on the floor but the light was dulled by the dirty cover that I wasn't visually impaired. I could make out the closet door hung slightly open and the drawers were pulled to their limits.