Tell Your Friends [Martin Garrix]

Chapter 22

"Martin," I call him, while taking a butter croissant from the tray, filled with all sorts of breakfast food: muffins, croissants, biscuits and toasts.  

"Yes?" He replies, putting Nutella on a toast. 

"I need to fly to New York," I say, seriously, without any hint of joking in my voice. "I can't wait that much. Daniel is in New York and I have to confront him, everything has to end." 

"It's King's Day in Amsterdam," Martin responds in full concern, "I can't miss that show." 

"There are tickets available for today," I comment, putting a piece of croissant into my mouth. "I can go by myself, it's okay." 

"I'm not letting you see that dickhead by yourself." 

I smile shortly at his statement, however don't let my self get away from the topic. If I don't go now, I don't know when I will be able to go. This is my chance to end everything and if I miss it, there won't be a chance after this. 

"I have to, Martin." 

"I am not letting you. It's too dangerous." 

"I will call the cops and everything. I will be safe, I promise." 

"After Amsterdam, we will go together." 

"Martin, it's my only chance." 

He looks up, his eyes looking straight at me. I can see him battling inside his mind - let me go or not. His eyebrows furrow above his eyes, as he stares at me for a long time, which feels like eternity. I can see him ready to speak, as his mouth slowly opens, even though no sound comes out of it. 

"Fine," he exhales, not wanting to say that word. "Please promise me, that you will be safe. Call me and text me every second."

"Okay," I smile, grabbing my phone and going online to get tickets to New York. The closest flight is in the evening, so I will have to hang around the airport for some time, because Martin is leaving in the afternoon. 

"I just want you to be safe," Martin comments, watching me buy the tickets online. 

Putting my phone down, I reply. "I know, I have to do it. Thank you for caring."

"That's what you do for the person you love," Martin explains, his eyes lighting up, "you care for them." 

"Thank you," I whisper, taking a sip from the coffee cup.

After finishing our breakfast, I change into my outfit for the day - light washed skinny jeans, a white crop top with red stripes and white converse. I decide to leave my hair down, not bothering to do anything with it. Later on, I put all of my things in my suitcase. 

When done, I head into the living room and put the TV on. Turning up the volume, I watch an old episode of Game of Thrones, probably one of the first. I hear Martin taking a shower in the bathroom. I don't fully concentrate on watching the show, still thinking about the texts Daniel sent me. 

The people, who broke into the room, they sent texts to Daniel using my phone. Why did they even do that? Couldn't they use their own phone, or something? They notified him, that everything was done and I was locked up in my won room. He told them to hide the phone, but by the time he sent that text, they were probably gone. 

They left the phone, they didn't break it. Even if their intentions were that bad, they didn't take the phone with them, they just left it there. They didn't even delete the messages, like they were in a hurry. Maybe, they though that somebody was coming here, so they left? 

Something is very strange about this. 

After that, Daniel probably found out that they didn't hide the phone, so he decided to send me a huge lot of empty texts, so that I wouldn't find the these texts, which they didn't delete. He thought, that I wouldn't scroll to the top, thinking that I have probably read all of the messages before these. He thought, that I wouldn't think that there will be something else, except for the empty messages.