Matthew Perry Memoir Audiobook Novels & Stories

Matteo’s pupils were blown so wide his eyes looked black. Then they turned to me. Not like friends. Not anymore. The silence stretched, taut and humming. My heart was a frantic bird against my ribs. I licked my lips. My voice came out small, raw. “Okay,” I whispered. “Maybe… maybe p**n really isn’t enough anymore.”

__________________________________ As Mathew sat behind his desk,the only noise one could hear was the tapping of his nails on the desk as he tried to hard to concentrate on work and not on all the stories about Mae's past,he was definitely going to be the one that will murder her father,he was not ready to get her hands dirty for someone that was not worth it,first of all he needed to find him and get rid of him before he came for her,and to do that he was going to need all the help he could get and that was Dominco, picking up his phone from the table he dialed Dominco's number and in one ring he picked up, "Mathew called,let me guess you need something what is it?" Dominco said over the p

Author's POV Adrain couldn’t find peace—not even for a second. Sleep was a stranger now, and the silence of night had turned into a cruel tormentor. He paced like a man possessed, the soles of his shoes whispering across the hardwood floor, back and forth, again and again, as if movement alone could outrun the anguish tightening his chest. But the weight wouldn’t budge. It sat there—dense, cold, relentless. How could he rest when the only person who had ever made him feel whole—Matthew—was gone? Not dead. Not confirmed. Just... vanished. Like smoke into the wind.

It’s a strange type of peace. Moments of peace pile up on top of each other as the burrito beside my laptop slowly disappears into my stomach. I approach the last paragraph but am interrupted by my phone vibrating against the now empty take out box. “I wanted to tell you myself.” A voice I haven’t heard in years comes through the speaker, a strange calm and a firmness of conviction; Matthew clears his throat, “How are you?” Anger boils in my stomach, “What do you want me to say Matthew?”

"I want you to understand that I intend to do that. I respect your privacy, and as your friend..." But before I could finish my sentence, a wave of anger washed over Patricia's features, transforming her expression from happiness to fury. Her eyes blazed with a fire I had never seen before, and her voice dripped with venom as she interrupted me. "Don't you dare mention my mother!" she seethed, her voice laced with bitterness. "You have no right to speak about her or anything concerning our family.” I stared at her with shock wondering what was going on. we were good just a couple of seconds ago.

I had my eyes closed but tears streamed down them as I narrated what happened to me. I placed my hand on my mouth and choked up. Oh my god. It wasn’t a dream. Matthew took his laptop and placed it inside a drawer. My eyes were still bulging. I couldn’t believe it. If it wasn’t caught on camera, I would not have even considered that it truly happened. “I’m so sorry,” Matthew said. “It’s really hard. These hypnotherapy sessions are really tough. Take all the time you need. That was quite a heavy memory you dredged up.”

he asked immediately. “Yes,” I replied. “For now.” There was a pause. “Tell me what happened,” he said and I did. I told him about Zachary showing up, about the humiliation, about Bella, about the feeling of being watched and about the way my freedom felt like it was shrinking day by day. When I finished, the line was silent for a moment. Then Perry exhaled slowly. “I hate to break this to you,” he began carefully. My heart dropped. “What?” I asked silently.

“I am worried as the timing for this memory is really strange.” “What memory was it?” he asks, and if I didn’t feel it, I would have felt the pain in his voice. “I was sunbathing during the training of the warriors. It was a hot day, and I remember that I was exhausted because I had been planning the excursion with the pups all day, and I was afraid I would fail. Matthew came to me and said that there was something that he wanted to tell me… About the fact that I didn’t have to fear Fynn’s rejection.”

Short. Sweet. Zero self-congratulatory fluff. I glance at Emory. She looks like she’s going to melt into her seat, glowing at Perry like he just saved a kitten and recited poetry at the same time. Grayson follows up. “I understand you’ve got quite the reputation. Must be gratifying.” Perry gives a modest smile. “I find fulfillment in helping people, especially when the diagnosis makes all the difference.” He pops another bite into his mouth, clearly done with being interviewed.

“But you keep yourself safe and don’t intervene. I don’t want Herbert seeing you and suddenly wanting to do all sorts of shit to you again, considering what you’ve told me.” Andy blushed with mortification, remembering the scene when Matt, who had just found out about Herbert Weston, grilled him and demanded the historical data between the two in excruciating detail, naturally. Of course Andy had told Matt everything, from the molestation to the bullying, beating, and rape. Every fucking thing, which pissed Matt off so much that now he wanted to personally torture and murder Herbert with his own hands.