OOC: Great Storyline! I'm enjoying a lot reading this!

Ooc: If Cherise lives, and stays with MattY after this, I reckon Cassie might explode lol

OOC: Lol thats tempting to do just to see Cassie go boom lol

Task Number One

MattY stood at the gate with his hood up, a cigarette hanging from his lips. He had been stood there for the best part of an hour, debating whether or not he should do it. It was going to hurt him a lot; he had seen this building go from a plot of land to his record company’s beautiful recording studios. MattY stood there for a couple more moments before he opened the gates and walked in, for what would be the last time…

MattY pulls his hood down as he reaches the front door; he pulls the cigarette from his mouth and exhales. Then he throws the cigarette into a bin, situated by the front door. He still liked to keep the place clean and tidy; even though… No, best not to think about it, he told himself. He placed the key into the door and opened it. The lobby was spotless; beautifully looked after, everything MattY had strived to achieve with this studio. He walked through the lobby and to the back of the building; he took his time so as to look through the building for one last time and marvel at it in its final hour.

After a couple of minutes spent wondering through the building, he came to the door. On it was a plaque which said “Security”. He opened the door and went in to a room with several computer screens, all with images of parts of the studio. MattY turned each one off and removed the tapes, putting them into a bag which he slung over his back. MattY closed the door as he left, feeling his eyes slightly watering. He wiped his eye with the back of his hand and continued towards the front doors again.

An hour later, MattY was pulling through the seventh barrel of oil into its place. He had put one in each studio and then one in the lobby. He could feel the hatred pouring from him; Kyle had done this to him. But it was all his own fault, if he hadn’t been addicted to his small time drugs, he would never have even got into this. There was nothing he could do now though, nothing. In each of the barrels, MattY had placed a rope which would lead into it. He lit the end and ran.

MattY reached the second one, lit it and then BANG!!! He heard an explosion. Immediately, he felt the heat rushing through the building. He had to run again, he needed to get all of these done before the whole building was on fire and there was no escape. He got around to all of the barrels within five minutes, tears streaming down his face. He didn’t want to do this, but he loved Cherise, and his baby, with his whole heart. And if anything has happened to them, he will never forgive himself.

MattY lit the final barrel and ran through the door; he reached the gate and turned around for one final glance at his beloved recording studios. And then the final barrel exploded, and all that could be seen of Red Hot Recordings, was red hot fire. The irony of the name and its final state could not escape MattY, and although he loved the building, he did find its final state quite amusing. He suddenly realised what he was thinking, was he sick in the head?! This was weeks of work, building this studio had been the pride and joy of his life; he had been so happy to see it being built, and now he laughs at its destruction. He shook his head and closed the gate behind him, drifting off into the darkness…

The Morning After

MattY woke the next morning at about eleven o'clock; last night had ben the best sleep he had had for a long time, but that was probably becasue he was dosed up on sleeping tablets. He sat up and saw that it was raining outside; for some reason he felt that today was going to be a good day. He climbed out of bed and pulled some clothes on, before going down stairs to go and make himself a cup of coffee to wake him up.

He sat in the remains of the kitchen for probably half an hour before going to see if he had any mail. He walked slowly down the corridor and reached the door. He bent down and picked up the small pile of letters. The first one was a letter from Boots Opticians telling him he has an eye test due soon, the next was his electricity bill, and underneath a newspaper was one final letter. The envelope had not been written on; this caused MattY's mouth to suddenly go dry. He had completley forgotten about what he had done this weekend, this could very well be from Kyle.

He opened the letter and unfolded the piece of paper. On it was written:

"Gud work. U hav dun the job proper. U get ur bitch bck 2day."

So MattY now had to meet Kyle at 5pm in some dark closed off alleyway to get back his beloved Cherise. Hopefully she would still be alright! MattY slowly walked back to the kitchen and sat down; today was going to be a long day.

A Friend In Need..

As Mykaylah rushed to the hospital after hearing about Cherise all sorts of thought were running through her head. She knew deep down MattY had caused this somehow but why and how? Why did he lie? He must of surely she cant of been at spa as he said he was there! Why all of sudden give up his label and quit his contract? nothing made any sense but one thing on Mykaylahs mind was finding out the truth and if MattY was involved he would pay.

As She arrived at the hospital she barged through the press that was waiting outside and headed straight over to the receptionist, "Cherise Darwin, where is she?" Mykaylah said forcefully "I'm sorry family only" the receptionist said sternly. "Ok love hard way or easy way I'm her best bitch now you either tell me where she is or I gonna scream this place down alright" Mykaylah said with her forceful attitude "Ok calm down or I will call security I can see you're upset but this isn't helping anyone let alone your friend", "Cherise, her name is Cherise" Mykaylah quickly fired back. "Ok listen I can see you're distressed but if you take a seat I'll get someone to you as soon as" the receptionist lied and Mykaylah knew it but decided if the bitch wanted to play she'd play along and find Cherise herself. Mykaylah backed away and went and sat down watching and observing, she finally got up and made her way towards the toilets she knew the receptionist was watching, she put her hand on her phone and pressed call, the front desk rang and this was her chance. Mykaylah went down the side ward looking everywhere eventually she saw MattY.

"What you done, What you done to her?" Mykaylah screamed as she lunged towards MattY startling him "Swear down I'm gonna rip ya little head of" she continued as she slapped him, to her suprise MattY didn't respond he just let her hit him and shout at him "This your fault I knew you no good I always defended you what have you done" Mykaylah rampaged at him but still no response he just looked empty, vacant tears strolling down his face "Where is she I wanna see her" Mykaylah questionned as she saw people watcing and security heading towards her "cmon boy tell me" Mykaylah demanded, MattY looked at her and quietly replied "She's in theatre, I Didn't, It wasn't" as he broke down....

Ooc: this is seriously amazing. So sad, I love it.

OOC: Thanks means a lot your enjoying it

MattY grips her hand and rubs it with his thumb, "Calm down baby, i'm here..." he says, his voice cracking. It is obvious that he has been crying.

MattY nods, "I know, it's not your fault baby, it's not your fault..." he gets off his chair to move onto the bed. He sits on the edge of the bed so that he can be closer to her.