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Matthew Sturniolo was a lot of things, caring, gentle, soft, kind, smart... you get it. But, those amazing and gentle qualities were often taken advantage of. You could say he was sort of a pushover- if you will. Matt had a hard time saying no, especially when it came to his friends. He did whatever he could to keep his buddies happy.

Even if that means getting hurt in the process.

"Matt! Let's get going," Nick shouted up the stairs. His voice floated up into Matt's room, making its way into his ears. The triplets were on their way to a little get-together at a friend's house.

"One sec, Nick!" Matt replied. He had just finished shaving, applying cooling aftershave gel on his now-smooth face. He sprayed his cologne on his neck and wrists, then threw his favourite sweater on. His baggy blue jeans were the perfect combo with his cream-coloured sweater. He added his necklace and some rings, and he was ready. Taking a deep breath, he stood in front of the mirror. Remember, Matt. You can say no, he thought to himself.

And with that, he was off.

Matt felt a sense of relief as he navigated the roads to the event. His anxiety, which often plagued him in social situations, was surprisingly in check today. Chris was in charge of the music, and they listened to fast rap and hip-hop, the bass echoing through the van. Nick, on the other hand, was a ball of excitement, chattering away about the food and eagerly anticipating reconnecting with some of the other partygoers. As they pulled up to the event, they were met with a sea of people, the sound of laughter and chatter filling the air.

As the night progressed, individuals in the gathering started to loosen up and enjoy a few drinks. However, as you may already be aware, Matt and his brothers do not indulge in drinking or smoking. You also know that, especially when confronted with a situation that he is not fully comfortable with, Matt is quite the pushover. Despite his initial hesitation, he often agreed to things under pressure, which he would later regret.

The atmosphere in the dimly lit room was thick with the smell of alcohol and the sound of loud music. Max, a tall, lanky man with dishevelled hair, held a red solo cup in his hand, the liquid inside it sloshing around with his every movement. His speech was slurred as he turned to Matt, a friend. "Come on, Matty, just one drink," Max begged, his breath heavy with the scent of liquor.

Matt hesitated, his gaze flickering between the cup and Max's face. He knew he shouldn't drink, but the temptation was strong. "I don't know, man," Matt said, his voice hesitant. "I don't think I should."

Max's eyes narrowed, and he leaned closer to Matt. "What's the harm in one drink?" he asked, his words slow and deliberate. "Live a little, bro."

Matt sighed. "Alright, alright. Just one," he muttered. "But not too strong!"

Max exclaimed "Hell yeah!", excited to get Matt a drink. Without wasting any time, he left the room and went to the kitchen, stumbling a bit along the way.

In the group of friends, Max's behaviour towards Matt was always harmful. He would often manipulate his friend, particularly when it came to peer pressure and making him do things he didn't want to. This often led to Matt feeling stressed and anxious.

When Max returned with Matt's drink, Matt's stomach felt uneasy, and he felt a sense of worry wash over him. He was aware that he had to meet his friends' expectations, regardless of his well-being. With a sly grin, Max slid the drink across the table to Matt. "Here you go, buddy, enjoy." He slurred.

Matt eyed the drink suspiciously but shrugged and took a sip. Almost immediately, he could feel the burn of the alcohol coursing through his veins. Well, I can't go back now. Max will think I'm a pussy if I don't-

Matt chugged the rest of his drink, the warm alcohol trailing down his throat.

This was a very, very bad idea. Matt's body wasn't used to the amount of alcohol Max had put into the drink, so he had a negative reaction. The alcohol took hold of him, Matt's vision blurred, and a sense of panic washed over him. He stumbled off of the couch, gasping for breath as his heart raced uncontrollably. Chris and Nick rushed over to Matt, seeing his panicked state. "Hey, Matt, it's okay. Just take deep breaths," Chris said soothingly, trying to calm his brother down.

But Matt's chest tightened, and he began to hyperventilate, his body shaking with uncontrollable tremors. Desperate, Chris and Nick guided Matt outside, away from the crowded party. They found a quiet spot where they could sit him down and try to help him regain control. "Come on, sweetheart, you're going to be okay," Nick said, placing a comforting hand on Matt's shoulder.

"Nick... is he-" Chris asked, furious.

"Yes. He's drunk." Nick said worriedly.

"Easy, Matt," Chris said softly. "Just focus on your breathing. In and out."

But Matt could hardly hear him over the pounding of his own heart. He collapsed onto the grass, his body wracked with tremors as waves of nausea washed over him. He gagged, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the ground.

Nick knelt beside him, rubbing his back in soothing circles as he vomited. "It's okay, sweetheart. Let it all out. You're okay."

Tears cascaded down Matt's cheeks. His body trembled with each ragged breath, his chest feeling like there was an intense weight crushing him. Matt's hands flew to his head, his hands hitting his temples. "Make it stop—please!" he pleaded, his voice raw with anguish.

Nick reacted swiftly, taking Matt's flailing hands in his own. He guided Matt's hands away from his head, holding them firmly. "Let's not do that, okay, sweets?"

Chris was down on his knees, his hand gently rubbing Matt's back in soothing circles, a look of concern on Chris's face as he tried to comfort his brother.

"I'm- I'm sorry," Matt sobbed out.

"Don't apologize, Matty. Just try to breathe normal for us, okay?" Chris said.

"Chris, can you go get Matty some water?" Nick asked.

"Ye-yeah, of course." Chris ran back inside, determined to find Matt some water. But, we all know Chris. He got a little distracted. As he walked into the kitchen, anger built up more and more inside him. With a deep breath, he yelled, "Who the fuck spiked Matt's drink?"

Max stood up, wobbling like Jell-O. "Uh, yeah, that was me, dude-" he was interrupted by Chris's fist.

In his face.

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Back outside, Matt was sat on Nick's lap, sobbing into his older brother's shoulder. "Please," Matt pleaded, the words ripped from his throat in ragged gasps. "I don't wanna feel this way—I'm scared!" His hiccups broke the rhythm of his desperate cries. "I think I need to-" Matt turned away from Nick, throwing up onto the grass next to them once more.

"Oh, Matty baby, you're okay. Just keep breathing for me," Nick soothed. "Where the hell is Chris?"

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"You could've killed him!" Chris exaggerated, his voice laced with anger as he towered over Max, his eyes blazing with fury. His grip tightened on Max's shirt. Max struggled to break free, his body thrashing this way and that. But Chris held him tight, his grip firm as he stared down at the man who had hurt his brother. Chris's fist drew back, ready to deliver another blow to Max's face.

"Chris, stop!" Nick's voice cut through Chris's fury, his eyes pleading. "Just stop. Get the water, and get your ass outside," Nick said in a stern voice. "Now, Christopher Owen."

Chris let go of Max's collar and rubbed his sore knuckles. "Whatever," he mumbled.

Nick glanced at Max. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. He then ran back outside to see Matt, who -thank the lord- was where Nick had left him. "Oh thank God." he sighed with relief.

Matt lay sprawled on the grass, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of his heavy breaths. He closed his eyes, trying to steady the erratic beat of his heart as panic still pulsed through his veins. Chris, who was close behind Nick, held a cup of water in one hand and an ice pack in the other, his jaw clenched as he placed the ice pack on his sore hand. "Max has the hardest face I have ever punched in my entire life, holy fuck," Chris muttered under his breath.

Nick knelt beside Matt, offering him the cup of water with a gentle hand. "Here, sweets, take a sip," he urged.

Matt took the water in a shaking hand, taking small sips. The cool water trickled down his throat, easing the burning sensation left from his vomiting. "Mmm. Better." Matt said hoarsely.

"I think we need to get the fuck home, agreed?" Nick said, helping Matt to his feet.

"Agreed," Chris said, as Matt nodded.

And that's what they did. 

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the end!! 

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