Play the song now Imagine Martin listing to the song and he sees you walking into the bedroom.
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Martin didnt like coming out of his room. Your father would hurt you your mother and your Brother Martin. His only safe space of soft music. Your father would slap Martin and brake things and call you and your Mother names.
You were at the table holding your mother's hand while she cried. Your father was drunk, he slapped Martin and Martin told him to go to bed. He Martin threw out all the alcohol and he went to his room and put on his head phones.
Your mother was scared, you kissed her forehead and you got up to check on Martin. You walked to his door and you opened it. You were the youngest sister, Martin being 17 and you being 16. You saw his eyes closed and his headphones on. You didnt disturb him when he would listen to music,
You turned around to leave but Martin called your name.
"Y/n, come here". He said in a tired voice. You turned around and walked to him. You sat down next to him and you laid your head on his shoulder.
"Hey, dont worry about us. Just please check on mom every noun and again." You nodded your head.
"And dont be afraid to check on me, im not going to hurt you". He said, "ok". You said, he laid both of you down and he brung you on his chest. He pulled the covers over you both and he wrapped his arms around you.
You both did this because it was comforting, and it helped you sleep. You often had nightmares of you getting lost in woods. And you were frightened so you slept in Martin's room.
"I love you ok". Martin said "I love you to Martin". You said,
