Unspoken Memories (Unspoken Series)

by Gabbie S. Duran

  ANOTHER WEEK GOES by with Matt and I acting normal as can be. We both eventually get into a routine when it comes to running. We go out every other day, but now instead of an easy 3-5 miles, he’s pushing me 6-8 miles. I would have thought that I wouldn’t be able to hang, but the look of pride from Matt when we’re done makes me finish. Plus, him making us pancakes afterwards really helps too.

  On the second week, Trey is scheduled to arrive back, so naturally Matt went to the airport to pick him up when his plane landed. I wanted to stay home and catch up with one of the reality shows on TV so I stayed behind.

  Hearing Matt and Trey walk through the door, I sit up looking for them and see the confused shock on Trey’s face.

  “What the fuck happened to the couches?” he says, turning to Matt.

  “Abigail didn’t like the old ones, so she ordered new ones.”

  “What was wrong with the old ones? They had history and mileage on them. Especially with the girls.” I’m pretty sure he added the last line just to disgust me.

  I scrunch my nose, trying really hard not to picture Matt with a girl on the couch. Now I’m really happy I got rid of those suckers. My new couches were not going to have any of Matt’s mileage with any other girls. Actually I shouldn’t say that, the way he claims to whore himself around, only time will tell how soon that would happen.

  Trey walks over to the small couch and takes a seat, moving around making himself comfortable. After a couple of seconds he shrugs his shoulders. “They’re cool, I guess. Have you guys broken them in yet?” he says, waggling his eyebrows.

  My jaw drops in shock, remembering what almost did happen when they got delivered.

  “No and it isn’t going to happen either,” Matt snaps at Trey from behind me.

  Well, that answers the question about me ever getting a chance with Matt on the couch.

  Trey chuckles at his response and changes the subject. “So you guys up for the Brewhouse tonight? I want a good beer and you can’t find a good fucking brew back home.”

  “What’s the Brewhouse?” I ask, looking at Matt.

  Shocked, Trey looks at Matt then back at me. “He didn’t take you to the Brewhouse?”

  I shake my head. “The only time I got out was to go for a run or the races. Oh and the Market, that was fun.”

  He looks back at Matt with his eyes wide open. “Fuck, dude. Aren’t you being a little over-protective? When you said you weren’t having any parties or anyone over because of her, I didn’t know you were also keeping her prisoner.”

  “I’m not keeping her prisoner, fucker. I’m just keeping her safe,” he says, and then continues. “I also didn’t take Abigail out to a lot of public places because I didn’t want her to feel overwhelmed. She hasn’t complained.”

  Yeah, I didn’t complain because I was scared shitless of going out in fear that Bill would find me. I didn’t want to risk it. So being at home was fine with me.

  “What the fuck have you guys been doing besides running then?” His brow shoots straight up in curiosity.

  “Not what you’re thinking,” I shoot back at him.

  I really hope he can’t see the disappointment in my face, wishing that a lot more had happened. Maybe I should have walked around the house naked while Trey wasn’t home. Give Matt the opportunity to see what he was missing out on. He was obviously showing me what I couldn’t have every morning, driving me insane.

  “Then now that I’m back you’re not keeping her cooped up. We’re going to the Brewhouse, and she’s coming with us,” Trey states as he stands up, walking to the door.

  I stand up to follow him and notice Matt dropping his shoulders in defeat. I’m glad, because by the excitement on Trey’s face about this place, I really want to go now.

  We all piled into Matt’s car to make the drive over to this Brewhouse.

  On the drive, Trey takes this time to tell me it’s a brewery, slash restaurant. It’s supposedly the team’s favorite hangout, next to the house, of course.

  According to Trey, a lot of the guys on the team weren’t happy the partying was halted the minute Trey and Matt got a new roommate. Their whole “Bros before hoes” motto got thrown out the window the minute I became a permanent resident. That disappointed a lot of them.

  That only made me laugh.

  Matt cursed at Trey to keep his mouth shut, making me giggle again. Of course, Trey ignored him and continued on. He informed me that Matt’s special friends were even more upset, thinking they had competition now, even though they had no idea who the new roommate was. According to Trey, Matt kept reassuring his friends that he wasn’t getting any of those special benefits, but they didn’t believe him. That remark only made me gawk at Trey. I really hoped he believed us when we said there was nothing going on.

  We finally pull into the parking lot and it looks like a typical laid-back brewery. I can’t help it; I get excited that I’m finally going to get to see another part of Matt’s life. We get out of the car and Trey throws his arm around my neck, leading the way to the entrance.

  As we walk in, the hostess automatically recognizes Matt and, without pause, leads us through the restaurant. I notice that even though there are plenty of open tables in the middle, she keeps walking until she comes to practically the back of the building. Once we’ve reached what looks like a huge wooden bench table in the corner, she sets the menus down and walks away. This table is huge and could easily seat about ten, but it’s just the three of us so I’m really confused as to why she would give us this table?

  Matt sees my confused face. “It’s our usual table. It’s unofficially reserved for us,” he says with a wink as he climbs into the seated bench.

  I take the spot next to him, and Trey climbs in after me. I wonder why we are facing away from the crowd, but my question gets answered when I see the flat screen TVs mounted against the wall. No wonder they like this spot. It’s facing three different TVs with several behind us for the other side to easily watch.

  I look up to notice that of course the TVs are set to different sports channels, showcasing several different games. Uhhh, boys and their sports, even here I can’t escape it. As I’m done rolling my eyes, I notice our waitress show up with two pints of beer already in her hands, lightly slamming them down on the table. She stands to the side of our table, with her hands on her hips.

  She stares directly at me as she says, “Is she gonna want anything or is she too prissy for beer and going to stick to water?”

  I was going to ask for water, but only because I’m really thirsty right now. Not because I’m prissy. I drink beer.

  Matt pushes his pint of beer over to me and tells her, “Just bring me another, Carol.”

  She huffs at him and walks away with her lips pinched. What the hell got into her pants, but my question is quickly answered. “She’s just pissed ‘cause she’s one of Matt’s special friends,” Trey whispers into my ear.

  Now I know exactly what got into her pants and I don’t blame her for not being happy. I turn around and look at her wondering what I’m missing compared to all these girls that he’s had. She’s standing at the bar, speaking to the bartender, but looking in our direction. I’m pretty sure she’s shit talking us right now. I know I would.

  Or maybe just me, by the daggers her eyes are shooting directly at me.

  Matt is staring at the flat screen, but says to me, “Ignore her. She’ll get over it. If not, she also knows where the door is.”

  I can’t take it anymore and now I’m irritated. I snap at him, “No wonder you kept me prisoner in the house. Otherwise, I could easily run into one of your friends with benefits.”

  Trey’s loud laughter stops Matt from responding. “She’s got you there, man. I’m pretty sure everywhere we go she’s bound to run into them. You do have a friend for everyday of the week, remember?” he says teasingly.

  Now I’m reminded of what Matt had said during that conversation.

  Matt slams him with a glare that could kill,
but it only makes Trey laugh again. I laugh along with him, making me feel a little better. Matt ignores us with a groan and Carol shows up with his beer, slamming this one on the table a little harder before walking away.

  I laugh at her little attitude, not blaming her. I pick up my beer and take a sip. Half an hour later, a couple more guys show up. One of them is with his girlfriend, making Trey and Matt give the usual introductions. I start to feel a bit uncomfortable not knowing what to expect, but they easily start talking about everyday life, making me feel comfortable again.

  Kelly, the girlfriend of Matt and Trey’s friend David, ends up being really nice and starts making conversation with me.

  Kelly is a hispanic little thing, about 5’3, with dark brown wavy hair, almost down to her waist. She has pretty, light brown almond shaped eyes and a very friendly personality. She becomes an ally with me against the guys and I take notice how much her boyfriend David adores her. He smiles every so often at her and would easily defend her when needed.

  It reminds me a lot of how Matt acts with me. The only difference is that they are obviously in a relationship, and we are not. It almost makes me jealous that I didn’t have that, but I have to remember what happens to the girls in Matt’s life when they want more from him.

  “So Abigail, what’s it like being a famous supermodel?” Kelly finally asks the dreaded question.

  Shrugging my shoulders, I say, “I don’t know, I don’t remember,” before taking a sip of my beer.

  The guy on the other side of Kelly looks confused before asking, “What do you mean you don’t remember?”

  “I had an accident and woke up with amnesia.”

  “What, really? So you don’t remember what’s it’s like being a supermodel?” Kelly asks.

  “I don’t remember anything of my past before the day I woke up. It really sucks, but I can’t miss something I don’t remember.” I shrug my shoulders again trying to make it seem normal.

  I’m starting to feel really uncomfortable with the conversation, but Matt reaches for my hand underneath the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze. I look over at him and the smile he returns makes me feel better.

  “Man, that must really suck,” Kelly says looking disappointed.

  I agree.

  “So how in the world did you and Matt meet?” the guy in front of me asks.

  “Actually, the only thing I could remember was Matt’s number.”

  The guy draws his eyebrows down looking confused, and I don’t blame him.

  As I’m about to attempt to explain the number, Matt jumps in. “My sister worked with Abigail once, and had given her my number in case she couldn’t get a hold of her. Abigail was really needy and would call me when my sister didn’t answer her phone. My number was one of the first numbers she called hoping to remember something and we started talking.”

  I don’t say anything, because at least his lie is better than my psycho story of how I really got his number. I don’t like how he’s emphasizing how needy I used to be. I wasn’t like that anymore, was I?

  “It still doesn’t explain how she ends up living with you, dude. Unless there’s really something else going on?” the guy says, obviously trying to dig for gossip.

  “I caught my fiancé fucking his assistant when I came home, and I really didn’t think I needed to stick around after that. Since Matt is technically the only person I knew after my memory loss, he was kind enough to give me a place to stay. No strings attached,” I stress the last sentence with a nasty glare for the guy to get it through his head.

  “I guess I was lucky she only knew me,” Matt says lightly, chuckling at him.

  “Hell yeah, you lucky fucker,” the guy responds holding his hand up for a high five, which Matt gives.

  Kelly rolls her eyes at their action, making me laugh, lightening the mood.

  The subject gets dropped when something happens on the TV making everybody groan in disappointment.

  Three hours later, with two and a half beers in my stomach, we are finally ready to head out. As I stand up I notice that my head feels woozy and it’s hard for me to keep a steady line as I walk. Matt notices after a couple of steps, wraps his arm around my waist for support, and walks me towards the exit. On the way out I see Carol watching us from the corner of my eye and again she is spitting daggers at me.

  Once outside, we stay close to the entrance, while the guys keep having their conversation about the upcoming season. Since I’m tired of standing there listening to even more football talk, I try to walk to the car and have to walk slowly since it proves a bit difficult. Next thing I know Matt is standing right in front of me with an amused look on his face. He then picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder, making my head spin even more as he walks off to his car.

  Since this is making me sick, being half upside down I just yell at him, “Put me down Matt, I can walk perfectly fine.”

  “You know you can’t. You’re such a light-weight. You got drunk off two beers,” he says chuckling.

  I don’t like that. “Hey, you’re the one who gave me those beers, and I’m not drunk. Just really tipsy,” I retort with a hiccup.

  Trey only laughs at me and tells Matt, “At least we know she’s a cheap drunk.”

  I scowl at Trey as best as I can, but I don’t know if it really looks like a scowl from this point of view.

  As I’m bouncing over Matt’s shoulder I watch the view below me, taking in how his jeans are perfectly molded to his ass. Feeling brave, I reach down and tightly grab one of his butt cheeks with my right hand, liking the feel of it.

  I suddenly feel him grabbing my ass in return, and I yelp from the pain.

  “If you touch, so will I,” I hear Matt say as we finally reach the car.

  He stands me on my feet, holding me by the shoulders, and looks straight into my eyes. “If you feel like puking you’d better do it now, ‘cause if you do it in my car it will be the last time you ride in it. Understood?”

  Even though I know he wouldn’t hurt me, his tone is frightening me. It also makes me pull my head back away from him with my eyes wide. With the look that he gave me, I’m pretty sure he means it, and I don’t plan on crossing that line.

  I begin to analyze whether I need to throw up or not, and once I’ve determined I’m good, I nod my head and get into the back seat of the car. I sit back, leaning my head on the seat, praying that I don’t lose my stomach on the way home.

  It turns out that even with Matt’s speed racer driving, I’m able to hold my cookies just fine. We arrive at the house and I slowly climb out of the car and make my way in, going straight to my room. I throw myself on the bed wanting to fall asleep already. As I’m about to, I hear the door open and with the hall light I see Matt’s silhouette make its way in.

  “Here take these and drink all of this.” I sit up as he hands me two pills and a full glass of water. I swallow both and hand him back the empty glass, tossing myself back onto my pillow. I feel him begin to take my shoes off, and then he reaches for the buttons on my jeans, sending me into high alert. My body goes rigid and my hands stop his, not knowing what he’s planning on doing.

  “I’m just taking your pants off so you’ll be more comfortable. I really doubt you want to sleep in them.”

  Since my head is still spinning, I close my eyes and lift my hips as he continues to remove my jeans. Once he’s done, he starts to pull the blanket from under me, and then brings it back up to cover my body. Still lying there, I feel him give me a kiss on my forehead before saying, “Goodnight beautiful.”

  I hear his footsteps walk away, and then I hear the clicking of the door. I’m left to sleep away my tipsiness.

  WAKING UP THE next day to the sun shining through my window makes me realize that I really need to get some darker curtains for days when I just want to sleep in. I reach over to the bedside table, looking for my phone, and realize it’s not where I usually put it before I go to bed. This wakes me up in a panic. The last thing I need is to lo
se my phone after just getting it. I scramble off the bed and notice my jeans draped on a chair that is in the corner and I immediately rush to them searching the back pocket where I usually put it, and it’s there. Thank god. I’ve come to love my baby.

  I quickly hop into the shower, hoping it will help wake me up. Once I’m done dressing, I head out into the living room and instantly notice that there are several guys sitting around watching TV. They notice me walk in and some of them give me a casual head nod in hello. This is the first time since I’ve moved in that we’ve had any guests, so it surprises me to see them here.

  I walk straight to the kitchen and pour myself a bowl of cereal. I’m facing the front of the house, looking out of the window, wanting to take in the view. I’m about to take my first bite, when I hear Matt say into my ear, “Good morning beautiful, how you feel?”

  I turn around to face him, which makes me bump into his chest. I’m surprised by how close he is and I accidently spill some of the bowl’s milk on his chest.

  “I’m sorry,” I say to him as he’s backing away.

  He just chuckles, grabs a dishtowel and wipes his shirt. “Don’t worry about it,” he tells me.

  “Why would you ask how I feel? You didn’t really expect me to wake up with a hangover from two beers, did you?” I irritably snap at him.

  He shrugs his shoulders and walks away, leaving me standing there, eating my cereal. I look over in the direction of all the guys in the living room and although there are only about five or six of them, you can tell how close they are.

  They’re joking with each other about their summer. What they did or didn’t do, and I stand there staring in Matt’s direction. I wonder what he usually does for the summer. Did he go home to visit his sister or would he stay here and hang around? It was obvious he wasn’t in any big need of money. How he had it was another mystery to me.