My Secret Fan

The Fight

*Charlotte's POV*

For 2 hours Sophie and I were trying to track Matthew's address. After over 304 tries, we finally got it. I grabbed my phone and Sophie's car keys. "I'm going with you." Sophie said standing up. I scowled and protested. "Sophie no. This isn't your fight. Stay here, be safe. And call my mom and tell her that I'll be home tomorrow." I demanded. Sophie looked at the ground nodding, knowing by my tone to not say anymore. I gave her one last glance, then was out the door.

*Matthew's POV*
I snuck in through my bed room window to gather my stuff to take back to Shawn's.
I won't ever be coming back here again.
I'm almost positive my dad is sleeping and my mom isn't home, so that's good. The faster I get out of here, the better. Just as I'm about to leave, the doorbell rings. I can hear dad grunt and walk downstairs to open the door. I'm frozen in my steps, not knowing what to do. Who could be knocking at THIS houses' door? Suddenly in my mind I remember Charlotte's voice, "I promise you I will do something about this. Go to your parents..." Oh God. "No no no." I whisper.

*Charlotte's POV*
I knock on the door as firmly as I can and straighten up. A figure opens the door, a man, who's about 6'2, brown hair, and soft brown eyes. "He looks just like Matthew." I think to myself. The man looks down at me in disgust. "Who the hell are you?" The man asked. He wasn't focusing directly at me, so I take it he's pretty hammered. This is an advantage I'll use on him. After studying him for a minute, I punk him square in the nose and kick him in the balls. He groans and I push him inside closing the door. "That was for Matthew." I spat. "Oh," I said grabbing his arm. "And this." I said locking his arm in a breaking position. Silently I thank my mom for making me do karate in 3rd grade. The man snickered and broke free of my lock, and smacked me across the face. I grabbed my face in shock, and he kicks me to the ground. "Girl." He slurs. "Doo you knnow who you're messing with?" He cocked his head to the side. His breath reeked of alcohol and liquor. My hands were shaking, but I tilted my chin up. "Do you know who you're messing with?" I asked. "Son of a bitch." I said punching him in the stomach. Just as I'm about to reach for the door handle, strong hand grabbed my wrist and yanked me to the ground. I gritted my teeth at the pain that shot up my rib cage. He put his foot firmly against my legs so I couldn't move. I couldn't make out what he was grabbing, but then my eyes grew wide. A knife. I remember the words Matthew had said to me at the beach, "They'd kill you, Charlotte!" I fight back as much as I can but its no use. "I'm going to die." I thought to myself. In mind I think about everything that's happened in my life. Pictures and memories of my mom, Sophie and I smiling. School, YouTube, my fans.. and finally Matthew. I see Matthew laughing and smiling and taking my hand... This man in front of me know isn't Matthew's father. No one with those soft brown eyes can even be related to him. This- thing in front of me, can't be Matthew's dad. He smiled an evil smile and picked up the knife. "Good bye, little girl." I locked my eyes with him showing no fear, and just before he could slit my throat, with lightning speed someone rolls me over and takes the cut. "Matthew no!" I screamed