This is the life

Flashback
Matt’s cell phone ran when he was at a very risky level on his new PlayStation game, but when he saw Mello’s number blinking on the display, he took the call and pressed pause.
“Matt? Matt, I’ve done something really stupid…”
“Mel? Mel, what’s the matter? Where are you?”
“At the old warehouse. Matt, stay where you are, I… I'll try to get out of this shit, ok? Only if I… If I don’t make it, I didn’t want to leave you again without a message… I love you, Matty, I really do. Bye.”
“Mello? Mello! What…” But Mello had already put down. “Shit!”, Matt said, he threw the controller against the next wall before he ran outside to his car and drove much too fast to the warehouse.

Matt didn’t knew anymore how he had found Mello and brought him home. Even now it was difficult to think properly when his boyfriend was lying badly burned and unconscious on the couch. What should he do now? He knew, Mello definitely needed medical help, but a hospital would most certain call the police. Then he remembered what Mary had told him when he went away, "You and Mello, you’re always welcome here. If you need help, you can get help from us.”
End of Flashback

Matt closed his eyes and remained silent, but Mary didn’t want to let him off easy. “That explains why you have brought Mihael here but not why YOU are looking like a vice had overtaken you.”
“Don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Mail… You need help, too. Your hand is most certain broken and you’ve got a black eye so big one cannot see your real eye below.”
Matt stared at the floor.
“Mail, please tell me what happened.” Mary tried once again.
The redhead had increasing tears in his eyes.
“Nothing I didn’t deserve, Nobody should help me right now.”
Mary took the boy into her arms. “Don’t weep, young man… Schsch… No matter what happened or what you’ve done, we’ll always be here for you…”
Matt gulped. “No, not this time… You may not help me, it’s all my own fault…”
Mary smiled not knowing what was oppressing the boy.
“Mail, if a little child climbs into a tree although being not aloud to, it’s himself to blame when he falls down, isn’t it? But never-the-less, the child will be comforted and given a plaster to his wounded knee.”
But Matt shook his head.
“This is something else. Ma’am, I really fucked up. Sorry for the expression, it’s really appropriate this time.”
“What’s the matter, Mail? Talk with me.”, Mary asked him to, but Matt still hesitated. Then he answered quietly, “I… I’ve prostituted myself…”
Mary blinked at him questioningly.
“My… I… I’ve been… I’ve had sex with other men for money… First, only because… But then… And I didn’t know how to get Mello here otherwise.”
He didn’t look at her, didn’t want to see her horrified face. Indeed, respiratory was like shocked but then she said pitying: “Mail…” Matt closed his eyes. “It’s my own fault.”
“Who has done this to you, Mail? Who has hurt you so much?”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s my own fault. Only got what I deserved…”
“You could’ve called, Mail, you could have… But even if I don’t understand why you hadn’t ask for help earlier… Nobdoy has got the right to hurt you like this. And even if you commited a sin, then only to save Mihael.”
Why Mary didn’t see the relationship of Mello and Matt as a sin was unclear, maybe because she’d always thought Mello’d make a better girl.
Again she hugged him. “My poor boy…”
Matt cried and shook his head. “It wasn’t the first time, Ma’am, I’ve… Before Mello has found me, I’ve… I’ve taken… I promised him never to touch anything of it again, and then…”
Mary slowly understood what he meant. She took a deep breath before saying, “That was stupid of you, Mail. Really stupid.”
“I know…”, he sobbed. “But… Oh God, I… I had stopped it, I was clean and then… When I was with them I…” He was yet too quiet to be understood and then said loudly: “I don’t deserve your help, Ma’am, I’ve had my chance and I failed it.”
“Mail Jeevas! You’ll let me help you to get off from this drug stuff and will immediately stop blaming yourself, alright?”
Matt nodded with a lowered head. He knew there was no sense in opposing Mary.
“I’ll talk to the doctor to look for you- And if you want to talk, I take my time to listen to you.”
Again Matt just nodded.

Three hours later, after the doctor had providen Matt's wounds and bandaged his broken arm, Mary climbed up the stairs to Matt’s room and found herself exactly in time to prevent Matt from strangling himself with the bedsheets.
She pulled the sheets off of him. “Mail! What are you doing?! Oh, you stupid little boy, you…”, she shook him and Matt again started crying.
“lease… Please let me do it… I’m just a burden to you, I’m ultimately filthy…”
Smack!
Mary served him a slap into the face full forced.
“Don’t try to do that ever again! You understood? Never Again!”
Matt held his burning cheek and stared aside.
Then he said quietly, “Then let me go. I…”
“You stay here until you’re better! And if I have to fix you on the bed personally! None of my children commits the greatest of all sins! Oh Lord God, what have I done to deserve this?”
Matt jumped out of the bed. “I’ll go now.” He said and ran towards the door, but Mary brought out a wooden spoon from her apron and gave Matt some rough smacks on his bottom. “I told you to stay here!”
Then she pushed him back to the bed. “Alright. And now you WILL tell me what happened and why you wanted to commit the mortal sin.”
But Matt shook his head. “I can’t…”

Mary sighed.
“Darling… I’m down in the kitchen. I’ll look for you time after time and when you finally come to the conclusion you have to talk, call me.”

Hours later, Matt called Mary who came immediately. Actually, she thought the boy just had to go to the toilet. After he had tried to jump out of the window, she’d made her threat true and fixed him to the bed.
But the redhead surprised her because he started speaking, after he had warned her once more she would probably not like him anymore after his confession and he’d go to hell this way or the other.