love runs out

11

pov Cleo

I heard suddenly a loud pitched scream, I immediately get up of the bed. I walk towards the door and open it quietly. It's completely dark and I walk over to Martijn his bedroom, maybe he has a nightmare, or there's a thief somewhere. I open his door again quietly and I turn on the lights. His bed looks like I haven't been used. Where could he go? I turn the lights off and quickly grab my phone for some lights. I walk towards the end of the hallway that come out in his living room.

Okay, if is it A betrayed, than you know what you gotta do, call 112, hold him in the house and maybe try to make him unconscious. I know that's wrong, how closer I came to the sound where the loudly scream came from, I hear someone crying. I lean against the wall and see Martijn sitting on the ground, leaning against the couch. There's a broken bottle next to him, little spot are on and creates a not really clear look if he was okay, like not injured or something.

"Martijn?" I ask him softly.

He immediately lookup and gets up, wiping his tears away like I did not saw anything. He's really hurting, because of someone. I come quietly closer to him.

"Get the fuck away Cleo," he says and throw a empty glass on me, I quickly can escape it and it clashes to the wall.

"Martijn," I say and he shakes his head.

"Fcking stop! Stay there, don't come closer," he says and has a new empty glass in his hands. I nod and nervously I'm playing with my fingers.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He asks me confused.

It looks like he drank too much.

"You said I could stay here, remember. Ingot woken up by a loud scream so I thought I'll check on you," I say honestly.

He remains silence, still the glass in his hands.

I decide to come closer, I learned this from my mom, my dad was mostly like this too, drank too much and was very aggressive towards her, but he never was physically with her and so not with us.

"Stop! Stop!" He screams and ready to throw a new glass towards me.

"It's fine," I say quietly and I get a step closer to him. He bite on his lips and throw the glass on the floor. "Don't dare to come to me, get the fuck out of here and sleep," he forces me. He's not gonna force me to sleep, I want to help.

Finally I reached him and I grab his hand, his whole body feels cold, like he's been in the rain for hours. My gaze is raising up and I see the tears rolling down over his cheeks, i see the annoyed but relieved at the same time emotion in his eyes.

"Why the hell do you care?" He asks me.

I look up and he looks sad.

"I've been nice to me since I have known you, I want to do something back," I say and pull him into hug.

"Can you tell me why you screamed?" I ask him.

I waited and I guess he ignored my question.

"I can't tell you," he says quietly.

Why can't he tell me? I just want to he,p him. But not forcing for answers like my mom said, just give the person time.

"Okay, tell me whenever you ready," I say.

He sighs relieved but still shaking.

"You gonna be fine," I whisper and I let go of the hug.

"Sorry, I destroyed your sleep schedule," he excused himself.

"People are more important than work or anything you do," I smiled softly.

He just nodded and I walked around in the livingroom. I really want to clean this up, it's not safe and before I walk I get lifted up by Martijn. His arms under my thighs and my back. "There's glass here, I don't want you to step into it," he says and puts me down nearby the hallway. I only wear a big shirt and he just standing here, in his jeans without a shirt, I without a jeans.

"You should go sleep, it's late," he says and break the silence. "Okay, if you need me. I'm here," I say and he nods. Before I could close my door I hear him saying my name. Curiously took me over and I open the door again. He stands in the front of me and I have to look up, he's little bit longer than me. "What?" I ask him. He lays his right hand down on my cheek and looks in my eyes. "Please stay at mine, if you want?" He says with a raspy voice, almost broke down crying again.

I don't know, I do not know him very well. "Please?" He begs me and I bite softly on my tongue and I nod. Now he's the one who pulls me into a hug and I feel his warmth going through my body. "I only need to pick up my phone and charger," I say and he nods. I grab my phone and knock on his door. "Come in," he says and I come in without realizing. I see him standing without jeans, only in his boxershort. Damn, how could a men be so handsome?

"Don't you mind I sleep on the left side?" I ask him. "No sure go ahead," he says and he gets his stuff off the table. "It's okay if you want to sleep left," I say and he grabs my face. "Nothing to worry about alright." He says and move his stuff so I can charge my phone. He lays down next to me, on the right side. He is laying down under the same sheets as me and he looks at me. "Are you feeling okay?" I ask him, he seems quite worried. He slightly grabs my hand and hold it. Than he falls asleep, it's quite cute seeing him asleep, so peaceful. There's something bothering him, I don't know what but there will be a moment he will tell me. I quickly fell asleep too.