A/N: I wrote this chapter because I wanted to fill in the details about Matty's past and how it has affected her present and her relationship with others.

Chapter 6: History

Her fear didn't stem from the normal childish nightmares, or from stories of how the Boogeyman lived in her closet. Her terror was delivered straight from those who had sworn to protect and love her.

She knew what the footsteps meant and shuddered. The small eleven year old tried to stand still and not run, while her mind of a 25 year old screamed at her to run and fight.

She knew the consequences. It wasn't like she had not disobeyed them before. She would run away, they would lie, she would be forced to come back home and she would then meet her punishment.

Death would be her savior; God was he who had damned her.

The small girl stood in the closet, her legs trembling with fear, trying to hide herself from anyone's view. But she knew it was in vain, they would find her like always. Her red checkered dress was wet from her cold sweat- pain was near. She chokes back a sob, shutting her eyes tight as the footsteps draw closer.

She holds them shut, for what she feels like to be forever and when the footsteps stop, she takes in a deep breath. She cracks open one eye and comes face to face with him.

He was always quiet, sneaking up on her unexpectedly, making her yell out in fear. Her mother always said to keep quiet and to remember her position. Women were to be seen and not heard, and that's where the young girl usually went wrong.

Her screams would've pierced the night air, but the mother would cover her mouth and hold her down, while father did as he pleased. The next day her mother would scold her about her behavior. Women should aim to please, mother would always say.

But the small girl never stopped running and she never kept quiet. It was the faint memory of her brother that had left them years ago that kept her alive. It was a promise that he had made to her in a whisper that kept her sane.

The system failed her; her parents abused, raped and scarred her, while her life fled from her- right in front of her very own eyes.

The small girl had fallen and new that there was only one thing left to do. As she stared at the blood stains on the middle of the bed, she knew she had to leave. The pulsating pain between her legs didn't stop her. She ran that night and found her brother. Everything from that day on was heaven to her.

She was a free spirit and knew no boundaries. The small girl in the red checkered dress grew up to be a gang banger. She rolled side by side with her older brother- who in her eyes was her one and only idol. She watched his every move and mimicked him. She lived the illegal and fast life right by his side. They were two peas in a pod.

Even though she was arrested on various occasions and couldn't seem to keep out of trouble, he loved her. He didn't judge her for what had happened in her past. He knew that the scars on her body served as reminders and that she didn't need him bringing it up too.

The brother always told his sister that she should never stay quiet and that she should always fight.

The girl refused to be another statistic. She knew that living on the streets would be rough but as long as her brother kept her safe she was scared of nothing or nobody.

She was finally safe.

Safe.

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Matty placed the pen next to the paper, just as Dom, Leon and Jesse walked through the kitchen door. Leon ran over to her, picking her up from the chair and placing her over his shoulder. "Put me down," Matty yelled, pinching his butt. Leon went into the backyard with Jesse following. Seconds later, Dom heard a splash of water, followed by a high-pitched scream.

Dom laughed lightly and shook his head. He watched as the pen rolled off the table and land on the floor. He glanced at the trio in the yard, then to the pen on the floor, finally resting his eyes on the piece of paper on the kitchen table.

He picked the paper up and began to read it, his usual emotionless face turning sad. Dom placed the piece of paper back on the table and sighed. In his mind, his whole outlook of her changed. She went from being the cold hearted bitch he thought she was to the lost and scared child she really was. He exited the kitchen and made his way towards the trio in the back yard.

Dom laughed as he spotted a soaked Jesse sitting on the table. "Please don't tell me that that was you screaming," he said. Jesse wiped the excess water off his face and shook his head. "Worse, she tried to give Leon a nipple ring," he said, pointing to Leon, lying in the middle of the backyard.

Dom laughed loudly, walking over to Leon. "Dude, she came out of nowhere," Leon said, grabbing at his chest. "You deserve worse. Get up. You're making me look bad," he said, nudging him in the side with his boot.

As he was turning around, a bucket of cold water fell upon his head. Dom growled and finished turning around slowly, coming face to face with Matty- who was holding an empty bucket. "Do you know what you just did?" He growled at her.

"Ooooo. Am I supposed to be scared?" Matty said, getting ready to run if necessary. "Yes, but not now. When I strike it'll be when you least expect it," he said, holding up his hands. Matty smirked, showing them that she thought it was a victory, but deep down in side she knew that Dom would get her.

She cocked an eyebrow and nodded her head softly. Matty filled her bucket back up with the hose and nodded to Jesse. "Vince?" Jesse asked. She giggled evilly as they both ran off to the driveway, where an unsuspecting Vince was working on his car.