Martin Garrix Imagines

Treat you better Pt.3

Amsterdam, 7:12PM
Martin's POV:

Tapping my fingers against the wheel I stare at the house.
What is taking her so long to get her stuff?
What if this idiot is in the house?
What if he doesn't want to let her go?
What if he hits her again?

I get out of the car and walk to the door, to find it being wide open. I know that it's not okay to enter a house without permission, but this time I don't care.

My eyes scan the hallway, which leads to the living room. Nobody can be seen.
Suddenly I hear a muffled high pitched sound coming from upstairs.
Y/N.

Not thinking about my actions I run upstairs and follow the sound. My search ends in the bedroom, where I find David covering Y/N's mouth. A small tear escapes her eye when she sees me. This is the final spark that makes the fire burn inside of me.
My mind being suppressed by my emotions, I rush to Y/N and snatch this motherfucker from Y/N.
"Fucking bastard! Your parents must be proud of you hitting girls! I swear, if you touch Y/N one more time, I will rock the beast until he takes leave of his senses!", I almost yell at him looking into his eyes.
"You midget think that I am scared of you.", he counters with an evil smile and breaks free of my grip.

"Martijn stop it!", Y/N's voice makes me snap out of my rage. Blood drips off David's face, but he still looks at me with an evil smile.
"You want to kiss my fist one more time?", I ask, trying to calm my breathing.
"Martijn please stop. Let us go. He is not worth it.", Y/N's scared voice echoes in my head. Eventually I feel her clinging to my arm, her scared eyes looking at me begging.

"You lil' bitch don't even dare to come here alone. All this serves you right.", he mutters refering to the bruises.

He just called her bitch. I can't let him do this to her, Y/N doesn't deserve this.

Before I can think about my actions I grab David by his collar and punch him in his face.
"Martijn, no!", Y/N yells, but I ignore it and keep on hitting him.
"Who is the bitch now?! Don't you ever call her like th-", a painful kick in my stomach makes me wince for a moment.
"Martijn, please stop it. Let us go!", I feel Y/N trying to pull me to the door.
Roughly I push David against the wall.
I try to say something, but the anger boiling inside of me makes me forget how to formulate correct sentences. Instead of saying something I give him a death glare and let go of him, being immediately pulled to the door, where she stops.
"And oh, it's over!", Y/N says coldly and pulls me to the exit.

"Martijn, what the fuck! Why did you punch him?", Y/N yells looking at me.
"Are you serious? He called you bitch. He wanted to punch you. How can you allow him doing this to you?", I yell back at her, probably too loud, since I see two shocked women turning around to look at us.
"Martijn...I...I just don't want you to get hurt too. You didn't do anything wrong, but David is dangerous-"
"But it is okay that he hits you?! You seriously want to tell me that you don't mind, that he hits you?! But you don't want me to get hurt!", I yell, before I realize it I feel a tear rolling down my cheek.
Fuck, this escalated quickly.

Trying to hide it I turn around and walk to the car and want to open the door, but before I make it I feel a soft touch on my hand.
"Martijn, I didn't mean it like this. Of course I don't want to get hurt by him anymore, that's why I broke up with him. It's just, that you mean too much to me. I couldn't take it, if he did the same to you.", she says softly now and slowly turns me around to face her.

I just wish I could be invisible now.
Though it's not the first time that Y/N sees me like this, I feel so ashamed.
I wanted to be the stronger one and now it's me who is crying like a fucking baby.
I just can't stop loving her, no matter what.

"I didn't want to yell at you. I am sorry.", she says and gets closer to wipe my tears.
"No, I am sorry that I yelled at you."
"Let's forget about this. Thank you that you saved me from him."
"I would always protect you. You don't know how much I-.", I stop myself before I spit the truth.
"How much you what?", she asks confused, now I realize that I might have said too much.

Great, you stupid dick. What will you say now?
I guess there is no turning back anymore, I've already said too much.

"Y/N.", I start, thinking about how to convey my feelings. Her beautiful eyes behold me, I see curiosity and a hint of fear being reflected in them.
"You are my best friend, but I realized already some years ago that I like you much more than just a friend. I never wanted to tell you that, because I was scared that you will end our friendship. And I still don't know what you feel, but Y/N, I love you. I love you more than anybody else. I could never forget you, no matter how much time had passed."
"Is this the reason, why you stopped talking to me back then?", she asks weakly and a tear rolls down her cheek.
I nod in response, I just feel so stupid in this situation.
"I couldn't take it seeing you with him, but I wanted you to be happy. You were happy with him, I didn't want to ruin your happiness, that's why I stopped talking to you."
"You didn't think a single second about me? How I must have felt, when you just stopped talking to me?!", she cries now, but still looks me in the eyes. I didn't really expect her to react this way.

"Of course I thought about you, I could never stop thinking about you. And I am truly sorry that I did this, but back then I thought that this is the best for us."
This time it remains silent, helplessly I watch Y/N crying. I think I went too far.
"Y/N, I am so sorry. I mean it is okay, if you don't feel the same-"
"That I don't feel the same! Fuck! Do you know, how much I love you?! How many times I cried because of you? I always thought that I was nothing more than just a friend to you. I tried to stop feeling this way and I thought that I really made it, but now I realize that I was lying to myself the whole time."

Surprised about her reaction I just stare at her, all those years we probably felt the same, but we were too scared to confess it.
Should I say something?
Or should I hug her?
Should I kiss her?
The questions fill my brain, but it seems that I can't find the right answer.

"Please drive me to my parents place.", her silent sobs echo in my head, I feel so bad that it ended like this. I didn't mean to hurt her, I never wanted to hurt her.

Without saying anything we get in the car and I begin one of the hardest drives I've ever had to do.

Does she still like me or even more?
Could she forgive me?
Will we be able to start from the beginning?

The questions won't let me alone, but at least there is something that keeps the silence away from me.

After a completely quiet ride we finally arrive at Y/N's parents place. Something in me says not to let her go, but I can't force her to stay.
As I park the car Y/N opens the door.

"Y/N, can we talk about...this?", I ask not really sure how to call our problem.
"I can't right now Martijn. Please give me some time. I am sorry.", she mumbles and gets out of the car. Before I can manage to formulate my words my eyes watch Y/N walking to the door and only some seconds later being greeted by her surprised parents.

I screwed it up. I shouldn't have told her, she must hate me now. I hope she will give me one more chance. I couldn't take it losing her one more time...