Ezra's Point of View
I sighed in content, wiggling in his arms. "Ezra, stop wiggling!" Matt groaned. I giggled, squirming more. "Ezra!" Matt snapped. I continued squirming and giggling, ignoring his pleads for me to stop. "No!" I yelled. I kept wiggling and Jesus, when I stopped, he was fuming. "I told you to STOP WIGGLING!" He shouted. I flinched, a bad feel in my gut starting to grow. "B-but, Matt! I... I'm sorry!" I yelped. I tried to get up, my arm and ribs groaning and protesting. My back hurt also. I still needed that doctor to massage me. I started to run, a fuming Matt running after me. Flashes in my mind reminded me of my horrible past.
"No, daddy! Don't tickle me!" My four year old mouth squealed.
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"Dad, what are you doing to mom?" My eleven year old self asked.
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"Dad, I'm going to prom." Sixteen - prom night.
The night my dad started to-
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"I got you!" The haunting, deep voice echoed in my head as if it were real. I flinched, cowering into the wall, trying to hide and live. "Please, dad! Please, don't hurt me!" My voice squealed, waiting for my father to hit me. I felt hot breath on my neck, a pair of lips kissing it softly. My jaw was kissed and then my mouth.
Oh my god, he's going to-
"Ezra, sweetie? Why are you crying, babe?" A feminine, soothing voice asked. I opened my eyes to see my mother. "Mommy! He's going to hurt me!" I pointed to -- "Matt?" I asked, my voice breaking. "He was going to hurt me, mommy take me home!" I squealed. I turned to Matt and back to my mother. But she was gone. "Mom! Mommy, no!" I screeched, falling to the ground. I pounded my fists on the floor, my knuckles started to bleed.
"Ezra! Ezra, calm down!" Matt consoled me, kissing me and holding me tightly as I cried and screamed for him to let me go. "Ezra, calm down." He said in a soothing voice. "I'm not going to hurt you. Sit on the couch. I need to ask you something."
I nodded, sniffling while curling into a ball and quietly sucking my thumb. "Ezra, oh, Ezra... You're so beautiful and... kind. I just- I know a lot of guys want to be with you and I do too, but... I don't think we're made for each other. So, Ezra, could you leave me alone and move on from each other?" He asked, an evil glint in his eyes. He laughed, pushing me out the door of his trailer.
"Ezra, I really like you and you're so beautiful and nice. I really want you and I to become-" I interrupted him. "Go on and reject me, Matt. Get it over with." I commanded softly. "Ezra, I want us to become more than friends, more than best friends, more than co-workers. I want us to become-" He stopped and breathed.
"What I'm trying to say is..." He got on one knee, bringing out a two boxes. A small, cube box and a long, small box. "Will you, Ezra, be my girlfriend?" He finally asked. I had my eyes widened, a couple tears making their way down my cheeks. "Oh, Matt... I don't want to burden you. I'm such a mess, you don't even know." I whispered, our faces close as in a fingernail close. "You will never burden me, Ezra. I'm a mess too, y'know? A lot of people don't know this but, I... I'm into you and it's made a mess of me." He grinned, his lips curling up perfectly and his dimples showing. I leaned in a little more, our noses brushing together. "Are you sure?" I asked. He nodded, continuing to grin. "Well, then, Matt... Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." His grin got even bigger if possible and his face lit up.
He pulled me into him, kissing me. Our noses were brushing against each other's rapidly, us hugging each other tightly. "I love you." I mumbled, kissing his jaw. "I love you too, Ezra."
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"Ezra, Ezra, get up! It's my birthday!" Matt said, jumping on me happily. "Matt, go back to sleep. It's 5 am." I groaned, pulling my comforter closer. "Fine." He huffed, laying on top of me. "Get off me, fatty!" I shouted, pushing him off me and the bed, having him hit the hardwood floor. He yelped an 'Ouch, Ezra!' and crawled back onto the bed. I opened my eyes to see that it was now 6 am. He pouted, and shook a finger at me. "We do not push the birthday boy off the bed, Ezra." He shook his head in mock disappointment. "Well, Matt, we don't wake up your girlfriend at 5 in the morning!" I countered, pulling him into me. "Now shut up you dope and kiss me!" I glared at him before pulling his lips to mine.
He pulled away and wiped his lips. "Ew." He muttered. I laughed and laid on top of him. "Go back to sleep." I mumbled.
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His Mother's Maid (A Doctor Who/Matt Smith Fanfiction)
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