Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 24

Chapter Twenty Four - You Have a Visitor 

- Martin's POV - 

"Are you ready to talk now?" I scowl at my father's voice over the phone. I cough awkwardly before glancing around my room. 

"I had someone here," I say, swallowing hard trying to keep my voice low. I decide to go sit down on the small bed and I swear, I can still feel her presence here. 

"Okay," he says harshly and I cannot tell if he is being serious or sarcastic. "His parents called us again," his Dutch sounds angry. It does not surprise me though... he is always angry. 

"What the fuck do they want now?" I frown, my own anger boiling inside of me. 

"Watch your mouth, Martijn," his voice is bitter and I roll my eyes. "They want you back in Amsterdam," he continues and my throat seems to become lodged. 

"I'm not fuc-" I stop mid sentence, knowing that would just earn me another remark. "I'm not coming back to Amsterdam right now," I growl at him, my jaw clenching. The thought of his family makes me want to throw up. 

"Well you better figure something out, quick," he adds the last part slowly and I cringe. I feel like screaming and bellowing shit at him, but I decide against it. 

"I shouldn't have to deal with this. This is the past, it's over and done with," my voice raises slightly and I have to tell myself to stay calm. 

"No, it's not over," he scolds quickly. "And you shouldn't have gotten involved with these people Martijn. Part of this is your fault," he sounds disappointed, but I really could not give a shit. 

"How is it my fault?" I shoot back, my stomach not feeling so well. The real question is; how am I supposed to not think this is my fault when I have someone telling it is? 

"Stop being delusional," he says. "You're eighteen, you need to own up to what you do," I almost scream something back at him immediately, but I manage to hold myself back. 

"I want to talk to mom," I clear my voice from the raspiness in it. He does not answer for a few moments and it causes me to become confused. 

"Your mother isn't here. She went to visit your grandmother," he explains and my head drops in a letdown. I wanted to speak to her. 

"Okay," I say and I hear a knock at my door. "I need to go," there is another set of knocks as I say this. 

"Goodbye Martijn," he says and I get ready to hang up but his voice stops me. "Figure something out," he says almost threateningly. The phone call goes dead and I throw my phone lazily on the bed. I stand up going to the door quickly. I open it to be met with a guy who looks my age.

"What?" I say quite annoyed. Who the fuck is this person?