A.N

Yeah his took a while, Kat thought it was my turn to post :3

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-Mello-

I was curled up on the couch, head on Matt's lap, wearing some of his pajamas. For once I had a shirt on, when asked I said I was cold. I'm sure Matt thought I was in some form of shock as he just handed me chocolate and threw a blanket over me too. Well that works because I can't have him know the real reason….Can't have him see the bruises and bites on my chest and shoulders; ones that he didn't put there.

Damon…What is it about him that makes me so defenseless? I can, and have, kick people's asses; but he however, he just makes me freeze. He just overwhelms me, haunts me, and scares me shitless. Even now, safe at home curled into Matt as he massages my head and plays with my hair, my favorite, I can't help but tremble, terrified.

All I can think of is how he has my portfolio, my contact information. Everything he needs to find me. I don't think Matt has realized it yet as he seems awfully calm about it all.

Eventually the gentle motion of his fingers in my hair complete their task, and my mind still whirring with thoughts I fall asleep.

I didn't tell Matt when they started. At first it was simple things. "Hi", "How are you", and the like. Slowly however, the texts and e-mails became more obsessive, more threatening, more dark. I was scared, more for Matt than myself however. They had been going on for almost a month and I'm surprised I managed to keep them a secret that long, simply from the sheer volume of them all. When Matt found them it wasn't pretty.

"You should go to the police."

"I need the job Matt. Once it's over he'll leave me alone."

Matt looked skeptical. "I don't think he will, and Mello, I've seen you're checks, you don't need the money."

I shook my head. "It's a big company Matt. Misa has been trying to get me and ad with them for years. I signed a contract with them, I can't back out now."

It was clear he wasn't happy about it, but he didn't force the issue.

When it was still going on a week after the job was over it was clear he wasn't going to stop.

"Mello, go to the cops with this or I will."

I promised without meaning it. So I was upset, but not surprised when I came home to two police sitting in my living room talking to Matt.

"Sir, we're going to need your statement."

I stopped on my way to my room. There had been extensive makeup required for the shoot I had been at and all I wanted was a shower then a nap. "You've seen the messages. What else is there to know?"

"We've been informed you have a history?"

My hands clenched to fists as I whirled to face the police.

"You mean how he raped me when I was sixteen, stealing my virginity? Or how it was so bad I had to be put in the hospital? About how ever since I saw him I relive that moment every time my boyfriend even so much as tries to comfort me with a hug? Yes, yes we do have a fucking past. And now the same sick bastard is sending me shit about how tight I was and how he missed my screams, how wonderful it was and how we should fucking do it again and I can't seem to do a damn thing about it! There is my fucking statement!"

I slammed my door locking it before pressing my back to the door, sliding down it, head in my hands.

About an hour later Matt knocked quietly on the door. "Mello let me in."

"No."

"Please?"

"No, I didn't want to talk to fucking cops, didn't want anyone to know. It will be leaked Matt. I don't want to be in some rag-mag about how I was raped as a kid!"

"Mello, please just let me in…"

I angrily snatched the door open before going to the bathroom slamming and locking that door. I still needed my shower.

When I emerged Matt was laying on my, or I guess our as much as he had been staying lately, bed. I remained silent, letting him know I was still angry, but curled into his side snuggling under the blankets. He held me close.

Maybe I was paranoid, but I began seeing Damon everywhere. At the coffee shop, on the opposite sidewalk…Matt however seemed to relax. The messages had stopped. I didn't have the heart to tell him I started receiving them again after a month of silence, about the threats they contained.

I had a shoot at a warehouse across town, and Matt had to edit the photos from my last shoot. I didn't want to go alone. As long as Matt was with me I didn't see Damon, it was only when I was alone…But he couldn't come and I needed to man up. So I kissed Matt goodbye and got on my bike. I made it to the location in once piece and did my job. It was walking back to my back that things went south. I felt a hand over my mouth and heard a whispered "You're mine" in my ear as the world went black. My last conscious thought was of Matt.