Jorge's pov
*I arrived home, just after the sunset. I rushed in the house, right in the living room in hopes of seeing Tini on the couch watching TV.*
J: Guess who's back, my love?
*I expected seeing her cutely running in my arms. But no.*
J: Hello?
*No one. I went in her room. Nothing. I searched through the whole house but Tini was nowhere. That's weird. The door was unlocked. But maybe she went out and just forgot to lock the door? I called Cande but she didn't know anything about Tini. That's really strange. I am getting anxious. No Jorge, this is no time for breakdowns, you need to find her! I sat down, gripping my head in my hands to think of something. Today is getting worse and worse. First the phonecall-wait. I think I just... realized why the male voice was so strange to me.*
J: Dammit
*I picked the telephone up and dialed Diego's number*
D: Hello?
J: Where is Tini?
D: I don't care about her whereabouts.
J: Don't play this game with me you moron, I know very well that you called me today. Good one, you really misused my desparation for a job. I have no time for this. Where is she?
D: Go and find her yourself.
*He hang up and I threw the receiver in anger. I'm sure he did something! Think... where could she be? A place where people don't go. Where they can't hear anyone. A place not too far away from here because I can see she had lunch based on the washed dishes. The television is also not completely cold so it must be very close... the old tire factory! I raced there, not able to even focus fully on the road. When I arrived, it was already dark, the stars were shining on my way. I ran in the factory as fast as possible and started searching.*
J: TINI! MARTINA!
*Nothing... I ran on the second floor and searched in every room. Untill one small, locked door caught my attention. The door isn't that durable. I should break it with some things I pick up on the floor here. After one broken pole and an aching shoulder, I finally broke the door and I saw her. Sitting with her back to the door, not moving. I approached slowly with a breath of relief.*
J: Martina?
*I got no answer. I looked at her. She had her eyes closed, trying not to cry*
T: Don't... don't hit me please...
*She barely finished the sentence. A wave of anger and guilt struck me as I tried to keep the bits of sanity I had to get us out. He hit her? He dared to touch her??*
J: It's me, Jorge. I won't do anything to you.
T: Jo... Jorge?
*She still refused to open her eyes but my voice was enough to make her lessen her shivering.*
J: Yes, it's me. Now stop crying please, I will get us out.
*I started untying her wrists quickly, trying my best with my own shaky hands.*
J: Wait a second, I almost have it
T: Hurry up please, I-
*She suddenly stopped. I looked at her to see what happened. She had her eyes fixed on the mirror reflecting the entrance. I looked there and saw him.*
??: That's nice. You came here to rescue your girlfriend.
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Time
Fanfiction"I thought travelling in time will be fun. It is, until you show your feelings." Martina is living a quite ordinary life. What happens if her own mistake makes her get back in time? What is she going to do in a totally foreign world, with nobody to...
