Matthew enjoyed cuddling even though he didn't know it. He rarely had the oppurtunity to cuddle anyone since he was a couple years old. That day that his father unintentionally killed his grandmother when she protected him. That punch to her chest caused her to go into a heart attack just a couple hours later. It was a fatal heart attack and by the time anyone could get there it was too late. His mother had screeched at his father and cursed him. Yelling at him and calling him a murderer. At least until his father shook her like hell until she quieted. That day was the beginning of his life of hell on earth. As he was sleeping he began to groan and toss and turn. His peaceful sleep becoming troubling.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Matthew was just a few years old. He was being shook so hard his head was jerking back and forth. His father yelling at him and his mother calling him an obnoxious brat. He was screaming and hurting as his father slammed him into the ground repeatedly. Crying and begging for him to stop as he was kicked over and over again in the gut. He screamed and cried. Pleading for him to stop. "No. Please. Stop. You're hurting me. Stop." He cried out and curled into a defensive ball. His father pickedh im up and threw him into the wall. Grabbing the fire poker stick and began slamming it down on him wherever he could. He screamed and cried. The tears just made his daddy angrier. He continued despite his begging him. The more he begged the worse it got until he passed out. He woke up in the hopsital vaguely hearing his father telling him a psychopath broke into their home and was stealing things when his son came downstairs. That the man assualted his son and nearly killed him. It wasn't true but they wouldn't listen when he said that wasn't true. They called him too truamatized to know the differenc.e~</span><br/><br/>Outside the nightmare he was crying out. "No. Please. Please stop. You're hurting me. Please stop. I'll be good stop please. I'm not a monster..." He held her closer and tighter. "Its not true!" He cried out. Tears trailing down his cheeks. "its not true...that isn't...what happened." His words became mumblings before the dream became a pleasant one of when he met Viola. "Viola..." he said in his sleep. He snuggled in closer and laid his head on hers. Smiling again. "The beach is our secret..." he mumbled as he relaxed again and smiled. Having a peaceful expression across his face once more.