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we decided to go back to mattia's for a while.

when we got there he jammed a key in the door and pushed it open, letting me in in front of him.

i stepped in and looked around for a few seconds as he shut the door behind him.

there was a few family pictures dotted around, his family was so.. perfect.

they looked like the ideal, happy, nuclear family. the kind of family i could only dream of belonging to.

'so the rest of my family won't be back for a couple of hours so we can chill here for a while and then head back to natalia's?'

'sounds like a plan.' i replied, i pointed to the photos behind me, 'your family is beautiful.'

'haha thank you, we're pretty cool i guess.' he laughed.

i suppressed my lowkey jealousy and gave him a weak smile, images of my family's past flashing through my mind.

'are you okay, y/n' said mattia, a concerned look on his face.

'yeah i'm great.' i beamed, 'oh my god, you have to show me your room.'

he laughed, amused by my excitement.

'follow me.'

a few minutes later i found myself in a huge basement.

there was a king bed and a tv and an xbox and a ton of clothes and shoes on a rack in the corner.

'your room is fucking massive.'

'i know, right?'

'let's watch a film or something, my legs are tired from all that walking.'

'i gotchu' said mattia.

i couldn't help but smile, i felt so safe and comfortable around him, i just felt content.

he grabbed the remote and climbed into his covers, signaling for me to get in beside him.

i almost leapt onto the bed, as soon as i was in, i felt mattias arm snake around my neck, pulling me in close.

in return i plastered my arms around his torso.

i felt so warm.

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the film was coming to an end, the credits on loop, but neither of us had noticed as we were deep in conversation.

'so what's your family like, y/n?' said mattia.

i gave an awkward chuckle, the change of topic making me obviously uncomfortable.

'uhh it's- they're great.' i fumbled, avoiding eye contact by playing with my thumbs.

can i even trust him?

i think mattia could sense my discomfort.

'you know you can tell me anything, right?' mattia said, squeezing my thigh, gently.

the fact that he just read my mind made me fold.

he should probably know the broken mess he's getting himself into, anyway.

i let out a deep sigh, replacing my hands around him and making eye contact.

'my parents are divorced.' i whispered.

a shadow of realization engulfed his face.

'y/n-'

'yeah, i'm that girl from the rich neighborhood who's own father despised her.' i said referring to the news articles that, thankfully, kept me anonymous, 'just the thought of me made his blood boil.'

my vision became blurry, a few tears tumbling down my cheeks.

just talking about it made my heart ache. no matter how long it had been, my dad still caused me so much fucking pain.

'he would beat on me and my mom almost every fucking night and there was no way to fucking escape.' my cry quickly became a sob, 'the worst part was watching my mom suffer the consequences of trying to protect me from him, and not being able to do shit about it.'

words were just spewing from my mouth uncontrollably, i buried my face in my hands, feeling suffocated from the fact that i couldn't escape this embarrassment.

'y/n, look at me.' mattia whispered.

i looked up slowly, still embarrassed, but beginning to control my breathing again.

'i love you, y/n, and i swear to god i will never let anything like that happen to you ever again.' he said, as clear as possible over the sound of my sharp breaths and small sobs.

i threw myself into his arms and hugged him.

this was the point at which i decided that i wanted to be with mattia polibio until the day i die.

because i believed every word he said.

after a few minutes, i slowly backed away from him.

'mattia?' i said, cleaning my face up as best as i could with my hands.

'yes, y/n?' he said, so innocently.

'i love you too.'