✖️ To Forgive and Forget [ MARTIN GARRIX ] [ COMPLETED ] ✖️

✖️ Chapter Ten: Past ✖️

Jared and Ben have called my mobile multiple times in the past hour, but I let it go to voicemail as I stand on a street corner of Miami waiting for cars to drive by and wash me in the cool breeze that follows behind them. Stuffing my hands into the pockets of my jeans, I start walking down the sidewalk with the voices of myself fighting inside of me.

"He didn't mean it," I said under my breath. "That's why he said forgive me. Martin didn't mean it." I repeat the sentence over and over until I finally come to realize that he did mean to kiss me.

Stopping again at a corner, I watch as the little dazzling lights counted down from twenty and the giant orange hand flashed at me. It was telling me to stop, and give in to what has been going on around me. 'Listen to Martin!' It screamed at me.

Ten seconds were left, but I still walked across the street, caught in a daze as I lost myself in the flashing hand and changing lights. New lights come into view and they are a different color, bright yellow. The lights slowed down as I noticed the shadow it casted on the asphalt behind me.

"Rain?!" Jared called out to me as he climbed out of the car. "Where have you been? What's wrong?" He rushes over to check my out and I give him a strained smile as he plants a hand on my shoulder.

"The great American experience," I said slipping into Dutch as I walked slowly to the car. "Just a couple drinks in the party state of the United States." I laughed and glanced at Jared as he gave me a confused look.

"Let's get you back to the hotel. You gotta be tired after that long performance," Jared said placing a hand on my back and helping me into the backseat of the vehicle. "Martin was wondering where you went too."

Martin, oh gosh. He must hate me for leaving him alone, he must hate himself for kissing me so unexpectedly. I'll apologize, hopefully Martin with take it, and everything will be better between the two of us, since I have forgiven him as well.

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"Rain!" Julian cried out to me as he shot up out of his seat in the lobby. "Damn, you're that mad at me?" Julian is being cocky and I'm really not in the mood to talk with him.

Passing him and hitting the button for the lift, I listened to Jared whisper to Julian. He was concerned about me, and he has a valid reason to be, but Jared shouldn't get caught up in my mess.

"Can we schedule a brunch or lunch tomorrow with Dillon Francis," Jared gave me a wryer look, like he wasn't so sure I should be setting dates. "You've been saying I should work on collaborations with other artists. It's now or never."

The lift dinged as I stepped in and left the two boys standing the lobby, letting them take their own or climb the stairs. Rubbing my eyes as the doors closed, I bit my lip unconsciously and leaned back against the metal pole for support. I sighed heavily as the elevator music brought me into a place I need to be in.

When I reached the floor my room was on, I stood back up and walked to my door where Ben was standing. He was talking on his phone and swiped his hand under his neck as he looked at Martin's door, telling me it was not safe to go in right now.

"Martin," I knocked on the door lightly and waited for a response. When one didn't come, I knocked again, but louder. "I'm coming in. You've been warned."

The lights were off and a window was left open over looking the parking lot of the hotel and the lazy early morning walkers on the streets, half drunk or half asleep. Stepping over to the window, I noticed that Martin's and my computer were left out on the heater, downloading each of our music, unreleased and mixed.

"Rainn?" I heard Martin ask as I saw the figure of him sit up in bed. "When did you get here?" Turning around completely, I tried to find his face in the darkness of the room, hoping the faint shine of the moon and the city lights could distinguish every little feature.

"I just stepped in to check on you. You can go back to sleep now," I replied as I walked back over to the door. "Goodnight."

"Wait," Martin said as the light from the hallway covered his face, showing bloodshot eyes, ruffled brown hair, and tear-stained, rosy cheeks. "I... want to talk with you about something."

"Can it wait until the morning?" I asked with tiredness in my voice and sleep in my eyes. "I feel like I would pass out if I sat down right now." Martin nodded his head reluctantly and said his 'goodnight' to me as I left the room.

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Next chapter with be bigger. Longer, filled with more information, important stuff, that kind of shit you guys having been missing out on.

I am sorry if you are getting tired of me going back and forth between the past and the present, but that is how I want to get the full effect across to the readers.

It is better to get information has you go along, in this story, than get it in the beginning or all at once.

Love,
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