New Years resolution
That hockey stick. The one wrapped in barbed wire . The one with blood stained bandages.
How you hated it.
But he loved it, he cherished it like it was his one and only love.
He wasn't home right now, probably off messing around at some club. He would come back drunk, smelling of cigarettes and cheap perfume. But not yet, not for a while.
But you were home and so was the stick.
You walked over to it and grabbed the handle. It was heavy, surprisingly heavy. The handle was worn smooth, but the rest was rough.
It looked like it would burn quite easily.
You entered the kitchen of your small apartment and grabbed a pack of matches.
Back into the living room.
You wrapped the hockey stick in newspaper and set it on the grate in the fireplace.
He would kill you for this. But that was okay, because in a way you would be victorious.
Flicking a match in you sat back, watching as it slowly turn to ash. He would be home soon, growling, cursing, laughing.
It took an hour before the hockey stick was reduced to ashes. You carefully scooped them up and piled them into one of the many ashtray's that lay around the house.
Then you sat down and waited.
He cam home five hours later. Staggering and laughing.
"Hey maple leaf." Grabbing you around the waist he pulled you into a rough kiss. You just stood there while he slid his tongue into your mouth.
Matthew frowned, pulling away he stared at you, a string of saliva dangling off his bottom lip. His tired purple eyes searching yours.
"What's the matter maple leaf?"
You gave him a fake smile, "Nothing. Are you hungry?"
"Sure." Squeezing your rear, he sauntered into the living room.
To check on his hockey stick no doubt.
You entered the kitchen, listening for his scream of outrage or the sound of angry footsteps.
You smirked, he was probably scratching his head, wondering if he had left it in the car.
You began chopping up lettuce for a salad.Mattie wasn't a vegan, but from time to time, you liked to torture him with completely meatless meals.
Hell, the two of you would have never met if you hand't accidently bumped into his brother, Alfred at a vegan bakery. Your big mistake had been saying yes to the cup of coffee the man offered to buy for you.
All to soon you had met Alfred's brother, Matt and fallen in love
He had been a real sweetheart the first couple months of your relationship, but then his darker side had raised it's ugly head.
A pair of arms slid around your waist, his nails dug into the skin of your hips.
"Where's my hockey stick?"
"It's in the living room." You felt your heart speed up, beating an erratic rhythm against your ribs.
"All that's in the living room is the furniture and an ashtray full of ashes."
"It's there." Your hand holding the knife was shaking.
Silence, only the sound of his breath in your ear.
"You burned my hockey stick." His grip tightened. There was no doubt in his voice.
"Yes." The knife clattered to the counter, you were gripping the counter to keep from collapsing in his arms.
Mathew spun you around, his face unreadable.
"WHY." The word was no more than a snarled sound that ripped from his throat.
"B-Because...." Your courage had left you. Now you were terrified. Matthew glared at you, his violet eyes gleaming with hate.
You had been right, he loved that thing more than he loved you.
"BECAUSE YOU LOVE IT MORE THAN YOU LOVE ME!!!!!"
He blinked, his eyes opening wide.
"Wha...... You....." The corner of his mouth twitched. Matthew burst out laughing, clutching his sides. It was rare to see him laugh. He was always poker faced, while his brother was the annoying one.
"Y-Your jealous of a-a hockey stick?" He gasped out, howling with laughter. "What gave you that idea?"
You didn't laugh, glaring at him.
"Oh I don't know. Maybe it was the fact that you would rather sit drinking beer with it on your lap instead spending time with me."
He stopped laughing, a look of utter shock on his face.
"What? No that's......." He trailed off, knowing perfectly well he had done that on more than one occasion.
Your bottom lips trembled, but you felt relieved to have finally said what you felt.A tear dribbled down your cheek, you brushed it away angrily.
Matt's face crumpled, you knew he felt horrible. Turning away, you picked up the knife and began shakily cutting the greens up.
"Sorry isn't going to patch thing up...is it?" his hoarse voice, which you always found strangely pleasant, annoyed you.
"Probably not." You brushed another tear off your face.
Matthew wrapped his arms around your torso, nuzzling his face into your neck.
"Do you know what today is?" He whispered, You shook your head, not wanting to look up.
"It's New Years Eve."
You nodded, scooping the greens into a bowl.
"My New Years eve resolution is, No more clubs, no more drinking. Just you and me."
You froze eyes wide, then turned to look at him, "Do you mean it?"
He flinched, knowing that he had broken such promises many times before. You studied his face, the bags under his eyes, the thin line of his mouth and the turmoil of emotions swirling in his eyes.
That was all you needed, to see the uncertainty in his eyes.
You pulled him into a hug, burying your face into his chest, little hic-upy sobs escaping your lips. He was silent, his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug.
"My New Years Resolution is to be a good mother."
Matt stiffened, then pulled away slightly to look down at you.
"Are you saying.....?"
He smiled, a real and true smile, it suited his tired face. "Does this mean I can get a new hockey stick?"
"Matt!" You slapped his arm
"What? You're getting a baby."
"Matthew!!" You laughed, He grinned, nuzzling your neck.
Matthew kissed you gently, "One minute until the next year."