#18:

We hadn't gone on a picnic, as we used to do on Sundays because it had rained all morning and even during the afternoon it drizzled quite a bit. So we had sat on the sofa at the Montalvo house and we had stayed studying and eating light snacks until almost eight at night.
Marck was on duty that day and Ramses had gone out with some friends. Lucia was with us until six in the afternoon, preparing food until she left, after leaving dinner ready.
"Are you hungry?" Matt asked, throughout the afternoon I couldn't help noticing that he was angry.
"Not at all.- I sighed.- And you?"
Matt shook his head.
"Lucia is going to be disappointed when she comes tomorrow and sees that we didn't touch her food," he whispered.
"I'm thirsty,"
Matt raised an eyebrow, beginning to pick up the plates, spoons, and glasses we'd been eating knick-knacks on and drinking different smoothies and juices all afternoon.
"You know where the kitchen is." he growled.
I answered by rolling my eyes and in order not to tell him four barbaric things I got up from the sofa, heading towards the kitchen. What I found there chilled my blood.
Standing in front of the open refrigerator door with his back to me, was the guy in the black hood and matching sweatpants who had chased me all over the hospital, and what's more, in his hand he was holding a knife…again! !
My whole skinny body trembled.
The murderer had sneaked into the Montalvo house and was making garlands out of my guts. And with those of... my heart rumbled in my chest. I was paralyzed with fear, I was in a cold sweat and my stomach was burning. I was so scared that everything I had eaten was threatening to spill out of my mouth. I had to get away, I had to move, but all my body did was stay rigid there. I knew I would be stabbed to death when my vision blurred.
"Matt!"
I don't know where I got the strength to scream.
"Matt!!" I yelled like a crazy banshee and before the guy with the knife could turn on me, I turned on my heel and ran like hell in the direction of the room.
"What's wrong, what is it?" Matt asked scared.
" He is here! We have to ruN or he´ll kill us! He's in the kitchen, hurry up and let's go out! Let's go!
vWhat? Who is where? I don't understand, RosY.v
I took him by the arm and began to pull him in the direction of the door, my words may have come out so hastily and so rushed that what came out of my mouth was an incomprehensible babble, but understand me, by that minute I was crazy with fear and half irrational.
"Let's go! He is here. The killer is here!"
I had already opened the door and was about to push Matt out of there when we heard footsteps coming down the hall.
“Matt, could you ask your crazy girlfriend to stop yelling?"
I swear that all the blood in my body stopped circulating at that moment. The adrenaline rush that had kept me moving was gone and my knees were unable to support me anymore. I fell to the ground, hiding my face behind my knees and crying my eyes out.
"Mark."
YES, Mark, was right there.
I dried my tears a little and between sobs and sobs I looked at him.
His hair was wet, he was barefoot, and although he was wearing clothes similar to those of my attacker, they were not exactly the same, since the killer's coat was completely black, I remembered it well... and the one Mark was wearing had the Linkin Park band's logo out front.
Matt crouched down next to me, wrapping his arms around me, placing a kiss on my forehead and looking at his brother with a venomous expression.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked.
Mark looked at us with disdain.
"This is my house too, or do you forget?
"You were supposed to be on duty,"
"I am, but there was a breakdown and we ran out of water . That's why I came here, to take a bath. I went in the back, so as not to disturb you, but your crazy girl saw me in the kitchen and started yelling."
What a shame, I thought.
"Did you do something to make her like that, what the hell…?"
"I´m so sorry, Mark," I whispered, and the twins looked at me with identical expressions of astonishment. I searched Matt's eyes with my gaze and swallowed hard.
"He's right, he didn't do anything. I just saw him with a knife in his hand and I thought... - I dried my tears, trying to stand up. - Anyway, it's time for me to go."
"Don't defend me, Ramona," Mark muttered.
"Leave her alone, can't you see she's on the verge of a nervous breakdown?" Matt protested, who without thinking twice picked me up in his arms and headed towards one of the rooms with me.
"Please shut up and start doing something useful, prepare her some chamomile tea. After the scare to death you've given her is the least you can do".- Matt barked, closing the door behind us.
"I don't want tea, I'm fine. Take me back.- I protested as soon as we were alone.
"You're pale, you're sweating cold, and you even got tachycardia. You're not okay Rosy."
"Yes I am, just…"
"Shhh. Have your tea, calm down, and then I'll take you back. Okeyt?"
I didn´t answer. I didn´t want to. My mind had already assimilated that I was safe but my body was still in panic. I knew I was shaking uncontrollably and seemed unable to stop crying. My chin was shaking, and although I insisted on leaving, I really didn't want to move from there. Because I was nestled under two quilts, warm and safe, in Matt's arms. In his room and in his bed.
They knocked on the door and he moved to get up but I didn't want to let him go. Holding on to his waist and hiding my face in his chest.
"No... Don´t go. I'm scared."- I sobbed against his neck.
“It's just Mark with the tea. It´s okey."
I withdrew my hands, placing them under my chin and Matt walked out, closing the door. I heard him argue with Mark for a few minutes and then he came back, sitting next to me on the bed.
"Here, have this Rosy."
I took the glass of steaming tea, taking a couple of sips and blowing on it to cool it down a bit.
"Sorry.- I whispered embarrassed.- I behaved like a fool."
"We all do strange things when we're afraid," he murmured, stroking my head.
"Don't do that," I growled, annoyed.
Matt withdrew his hand, blinking a few times.
"Why don't you like make me do it?"
I drank some more of the tea and pursed my lips to keep them from trembling.
"Having you do that, makes me feel like a lost puppy."