Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 28

Chapter Twenty Eight - Paradise

- Martin's POV - 

My hand automatically flies to my back pocket when I feel a buzzing residing there. I glance at the caller ID for a split second and I answer it without thinking twice. 

"Martijn, hello?" I close my eyes, relishing the feeling of her soothing voice. I've missed it. 

"Hey, Ma," I greet my mother in Dutch. Fuck knows why I have missed her and why I have been craving to talk to her, but my wishes have came true. 

"Martijn," she says again. "How have you been? Are you doing okay?" she says and I can hear a smile in her voice. Along with some concern, may I add. 

"I'm doing good," I say, smiling to myself. My subconscious nags in my head fighting over whether or not I actually was doing good. 

"Well that's good to hear," she says, breathing in heavily afterwards. "Your sister keeps complaining about being bored," she adds and it makes me chuckle out loud. 

"And if I was there, she would complain about me being annoying," I point out half sarcastically. My mother's sweet laugh rings through the phone, but it goes away all too quickly. 

"Your father has been trying to negotiate with his family," her tone is now emotionless, but there is an underlining tone of seriousness. My happiness inside is short lived at the mention of my father. My jaw clenches. 

"Why doesn't he just fucking leave it alone," I growl into the device, my hand gripping it tighter. I hear a short gasp escape her lips and it makes me put my head down. She hates it when I swear. 

"Martijn," her voice is low but threatening. "It's his family that refuses to let it rest," she continues and I scoff under my breath. 

"That's bullshit," I spit out, not caring about the cursing no longer. "He just wants another reason to get me out of the house," I swallow hard, my free hand balling into a fist at my side. 

"Do not talk about your father like that," she says, her tone is somehow still calm, but there is more behind of it. "I know you won't, but the sooner you get home -"

"- Then why are saying it, if you already know I won't," I spat harshly, rolling my eyes in the process. She also hates it if you interrupt her. 

"It's just an idea," I try to picture in my mind what she is doing, but I am unable; too distracted by a lot of things on my mind. "Martijn, please, if something happens or you need to talk, just call your father or I," she says and I wonder if she's just using that as an excuse to call them so they can talk me into going back. 

"I have no need to talk to him," my jaw clenches again and I cannot help it. He makes me so agitated.