.u. This took me almost two days to write. OTL

Well, um. Yeah, they finally kissed. *squeals* Although Matthewsdecided to go all Chris Crocker after it though. XD

Next chapter might get alittle graphic, idk yet.


Lecile had already peeled her coat off her arms and chatted with Angela. Nothing unusual. She was interested in what would happen today. She had talked Phillip into letting Matthews go without a straight jacket, which meant he was moving to a different room. Patients without straight jackets weren't allowed in padded rooms, for fear that they might damage the walls. Matthews was her full responsibility now though. She would have to bring his food, give him his medicine, amongst other things. Lecile let out a breathy sigh. His new room number was 32, she pulled out the new card and swiped it. She opened the door and found him sitting in a corner. He was without his jacket, a thin white tee shirt in its place. Lecile gulped and closed the door behind her. Her cart had a small plate with toast and bacon on it, along with his now double doused medicine. He lifted his head slightly to acknowledge her presence. The cart stopped infront of him and she lifted his pills and crouched by him.
"I got you out of the jacket, you have to take your medicine for me. We made a deal." She told him sternly. He nodded his head and held the glass she handed him, swallowing the pill in one large gulp. Lecile watched intently to make sure he didn't hide the pill like some tried to. He held open his mouth and lifted his tongue.
"I'm not hiding it." His assured her, leaning his head against the wall. "I want to go outside." She looked at him weirdly.
"It's almost fifty degrees out. It's really cold." He shrugged. Lecile knew he was allowed to go out if she was with him. She sighed and stood. "Come on." He rose quickly, a gleam in his eyes. She wasn't going to allow him to leave the small garden, absolutely not. They walked out to the small yard of the psych, the other nurses glared at her for bringing him out. She didn't mind their glares though. They made their was to a large door with Plexiglas windows built into it. A small walkway was built near its edge with a stone bench, flowers surrounded it. Ivy, roses, tulips, violets, and many other flowers Lecile couldn't name. It really wasn't a bad looking garden. Matthews walked out and looked around curiously. He sat down on the bench and let out a happy sigh. Lecile noticed he looked even paler in the sunlight, sickly almost. She fiddled with the edges of her scrubs. Matthews looked at her and motioned for her to sit next to him. Lecile nervously walked over but sat as far away from him as she could. They sat in silence, neither dared to speak. Finally Lecile cleared her throat.
"Are you enjoying it out here?..." She asked awkwardly. He nodded his head and smiled a small smile. Lecile was startled when he stood up suddenly though.
"Close your eyes." He commanded her. She gave him a curious look, but complied. She heard rustling and felt something going into her hair. "You can open them." Lecile opened her eyes. Matthews was positioned about two inches infront of her face, she could feel him breathing. His hand was weaving a pretty purple flower from the garden into her hair. She sucked in a startled breath. This was unusual... He looked her in the eye.
"Do you like flowers?" He asked her lightly, warm breath blowing onto her face. She nodded her head lightly, she was afraid to speak. Her heart pounded in her chest. She wasn't sure if it was because he was so close or from fear. Another small smile was on his face. "Me too." Lecile wanted so badly to push him away, but her body seemed to be frozen. Matthews stared at her for a moment before he leaned forward slowly. Their lips were hardly brushing. Her mind told her that she should run, she needed to run. Lecile couldn't pull away though, he was much to warm. Their lips connected and something close to lightning shot up her spine and made her shiver. He was kissing her and she wasn't about to push him away. Lecile lightly pushed her lips back against his, her hand went up to his chest. He growled into the kiss, seemingly enjoying it. One hand went into her hair, the other around her waist. Their closeness frightened her. She felt something wet on her lip, she opened her mouth to let it in. His tongue roamed every corner of her, tasting her, savoring her. She let out a small sound and they pulled away to catch their breath. Lecile was panting as he placed his face into the crook of her neck. Her hands were still placed upon his chest, she pushed him lightly. He lifted his head and looked at her. Her cheeks turned a light pink under his gaze. She racked her brain for any excuse to get away.
"I...um. I think we should go inside now." Lecile hurriedly stated as she wiggled out from beneath him. This wasn't what she had wanted to happen today. They walked inside the building and back into Matthews' room. She pulled the door shut behind her and avoided any eyes contact. He stood and looked at her, not making any attempt to sit down. It didn't seem that kiss had embarrassed him at all. He grabbed her wrist and made her look him in the eye.
"Did you not enjoy it?" He asked curiously. She blushed a bright shade of red and tried to sputter something, she stopped at his look though. He eyes had gone blank, they didn't seem to be looking at her. He was gazing at somebody else. Lecile gazed around her, there was nobody. "No..." He snapped. His grip on her wrist tightened until it hurt.
"P-please let go of me!" She begged pulling at his hand in hopes that he would release her. A drawn out growl left his throat and his eyes darkened. Lecile desperately tugged now, he was scaring her.
"I won't let you die. I won't let it kill you." He let go of her wrist, only for it to be placed around her throat. He pushed her against the small bed in the room. His teeth were bared as he choked her. Lecile clawed at the hands restricting her airway. She let out small gurgles of pain. He banged her head into the bed post. "I will be the one to kill you. You will die beautifully." He laughed loudly as her vision started to blur. Her limbs were starting to go slack. Lecile lifted one slowly and placed it onto his cheek, to wipe away the few tears that had left his eyes. They glowed evilly, staring at someone other than her. His face was stained with red tears, he was crying blood. She tried to choke out something, but her lungs seemed to shrivel at the effort. Her eyes started to water as well, she was going to die. His eyes widened and he blinked slowly. His hands seemed to loosen. He gazed at her like a newborn babe would its mother. Matthews jumped back quickly and stared at her in horror. Lecile's hands were covered in his blood tears, her face had turned a slight shade of blue, and her neck had bruises in the shape of his hands. He grabbed his head and screamed, he twisted into himself. Lecile broke into a coughing fit and caressed her neck.
"R-rebecca..." He sobbed curling into a ball. Blood coated every inch of his cheeks, he made no attempt to wipe it away. After a few minutes his sobs quieted and he stared infront of him in a manner that made him appear dead. He looked at her as she coughed even louder. Matthews crawled over to her and placed a hand upon one of her legs. She flinched at tried to move away. He frowned slightly, it didn't reach his eyes though. He stood an sat beside her on the bed. Lecile let out a strangled sound and tried to move away, almost crying out at the pain the movement caused. Matthews picked up her head and laid it into his lap. Her eyes were wide in fear, though he started to pet her hair.
"Iwt uwrts." She whined rubbing at her neck. His face went to a childish sadness and he traced the dark bruises on Lecile's neck.
"Sorry." His hands were gentle, it confused her. She wanted to get away. He reached over to her cart and picked up a painkiller, pushing between her lips. She almost retched at the feeling of swallowing it dry. He leaned down and kissed the side of her lips. She could feel the wetness of the blood after he did so. He whispered something, she couldn't quite understand. She wished she could wiggle away, or at least stop the beating of her heart. Her neck didn't hurt as much now. Lecile sat up slowly, pushing herself away from him.
"There's blood everywhere, I think you should wash up." She told him standing. He nodded his head and walked towards the small door near the edge of the room. She held up a finger and exited the door. Lecile returned a few seconds later holding clothes identical to the ones he had on. He took them and went through the small door, to the bathroom. Lecile decided it was about time she had a break. To her surprise she still had two hours of work left. Oh joy. She walked through the hallway into the employee bathroom. She gazes at her reflection in the mirror. The bruise looked incredibly dark and ugly. Her eyes were puffy, from crying she concluded. She was going to have to avoid Angela and her sure to come questioning. Lecile's stomach growled loudly to her surprise. It reminded her she had missed lunch during their little escapade. She crept down the hall, keeping an eye out for anyone. She finally stood infront of her locker and pulled out her small bag. She munched on a small sandwich.
"I was wondering where you were." Lecile jumped forward, he sandwich flying from her hands. Her heart hammered in her chest. She turned around slowly and saw a stern looking Angela standing with hands on her hips. Sure she was small, but she was sneaky. Lecile looked longingly down at the ruined sandwich laying on the floor. She was really wanting to eat it. Angela gasped seeing the bruise on her neck. Damn, she had even let down her hair to cover it. "What happened to you!?" Angela shrieked as she whipped Lecile's hair away from the wound.
"Would you believe me if I said I tried and hit my neck?" Lecile asked lightly. Angela gapped at her.
"I'm not stupid. That bruise is shaped like hands! What happened!?" Lecile avoided her gaze. If she told Angela she might find out about her little lip lock. She blushed at the memory.
"N-nothing happened." Angela stared at her. It was quiet for a moment.
"Fine... If you really won't tell me I won't bother you." Lecile flinched, Angela sounded really hurt. She stood and started to trudge away. Lecile's stomach felt sick, she wanted to puke from lying to her best friend. She wasn't one for lying. Lecile tightened her fists, her nails were cutting into her palms. Matthews was ruining her life. She was constantly scared because of him, and now she was lying to the only person she thought she would never lie to. Her mouth went into a thin line. Her eyes burned, not with tears, but with anger. She stood and ran to Matthews' room. She was going to tell him how upset she was at him. She didn't care if he decided to hurt her, she was to angry. Her card was practically shoved into the door, it swung open. Lecile's face was red with anger, she was fuming.
"Matthews!" She all but screamed. He was still in the bathroom. Lecile stood outside the door and knocked loudly. The door was opened wide to reveal a damp haired Matthews with only his baggy pants on. It didn't affect her much. She stuck a finger to his chest.
"Why did you kiss me!?" He raised an eyebrow. Even he was amazed that she could yell so clearly after almost having her throat crushed. Matthews closed the space between them. Their faces were just inches away from each other. Lecile wanted to back away, but refused to show any weakness.

"Because I think you're beautiful." She sneered at his answer. Lecile almost considered slapping him but resisted.

"I had to lie to Angela about what happened to me. She's angry at me now!" Lecile snapped into his face. His eyes narrowed, he leaned forward and their lips connected. Lecile pulled away sharply and glared at him. She turned her back and opened the door.

"I'm leaving early." She said briskly, her face was burning and her head swam. She was so angry at him, but her stomach seemed to flutter. She was so afraid, so confused


five whole pages, I'm proud of myself. :,D