"the fan" | jorge & martina ✓

Chapter 27

POV ~ MARTINA
His head turns around as he looks at me with red, wide eyes. He has been crying.

"M-Martina?" He stutters out weakly. His hair is a total mess and his face is totally red.

"No, precious" I say softly as he smiles a bit. "I am not mad Jorge, I can't be mad at you. But just promise me, even though you hate that person, don't ever punch someone that hard again" His face lits up a bit.

"I promise precious, I promise for now and forever" As he spoke the words I run to him and jump right in his arms. Not able to resist his loving, muscled body. "You are not scared of me anymore now, right?" His voice is full of hope.

"Of course not handsome" His arms leave my body as he grabs my hand.

"Now we can go back to Italy" He says casual, like nothing happened. I chuckle at his words. "I am serious precious, you still need a good vancation" I nod while still laughing. We say goodbye to Cande and Ruggero as we go back to the airport.

"What about your show of tomorrow?" I ask curious.

"I cancelled it. How did you actually pay for the plane?" His eyes find mine.

"I had just enough money" I explain as he nods. We sit down on our seats, waiting for the plane to fly.

-

"Come on Tini, hurry!" Jorge screams to the bathroom. We are going to a club tonight, just to have some fun.

I come out of the bathroom in a blue short dress. His mouth falls open as I giggle. He walks to me and kisses me full on my lips.

"You look beautiful precious." He says as a small blush forms on my cheecks.

"You really like it?"

"Actually I don't" My face turns into a frown.

"Why not?" My voice sounds a bit hurt.

"Because now all the boys will look at you" I giggle as I give him another peck on his lips. He grabs my hand carefully and we walk out of the hotel.
We walk into the club as I hear the sound of music fill the room. People are dancing, singing, drinking, laughing and talking. We walk further and sit down on some bar chairs.

"You want something to drink?" Jorge asks as I nod. "I will be right back" He walks away to bar. I stay seated and look at all the people around me.

"Hey beauty!" I hear a voice behind me as I turn around.

"Hey?" I say, more like a question.

"Do you want to dance with me?" He asks. The boy has blonde hair and wears normal jeans with a black shirt.

"No, I'm-" I start but he cuts me off.

"I am not going to let a beautiful girl like you just sit here alone. Come on!" He says excited.

"But I am not-" Before I can finish my sentence he already grabbed my hand and pulled me on the dance floor. I feel huge pain stream through my wrist. I try to ignore it and just follow him. He starts dancing as I just look nervously around me.

"Come on, dance with me!" He makes me spin around as I laugh. I hear the beat of the song and dance along. I feel the pain in my wrist again as I try not to winch.

POV ~ JORGE
I walk back to our place but don't see Tini.

No no no no no. Where is she?

I look around but it's too dark to spot her. All this time I have been to protective, and now she is gone!? I look around the whole club until I finally spot her on the dance floor. I sigh from relief that nothing happened.

But on the same moment I see that she isn't alone. She is dancing with a guy. I feel jealousy grow inside my body as I clench my fist. I walk to them as I look at them.

Don't punch him Jorge, you promised.
"Hey precious, how are you?" My dear girlfriend turns shocked around. The guy heard me to and turns to me as well.

"She is not 'your' precious" He starts, which makes me want to punch him more. "I am here with her, so don't talk to her like that" As he finishes his sentence I pull Tini to me. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close.

"She is NOT here with you, she is with me. Don't you even dare to come close to her." My voice sounds harsh and sternly.

"Is this true?" He looks at Martina as she nods.

"Yes it is, I wanted to tell you but you gave me no chance. Everytime you cut me off in the middle of my sentence" With those words I walk with her to our table again.

"Tinita you made me so worried! Why did you go with him?" I ask as we sit down on the chairs.

"I'm sorry but he just grabbed my hand and pulled me on the dancefloor" She looks at her wrists as I feel a wave of anger through my body.

"He hurted you, right?" Her eyes scan mine and then go back to her hands. She nods slowly as I pull her in a hug. I hold her wrist carefully as I stroke it with my thumb. "We are getting out of here" We slowly stand up as she follows me the way outside.

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I run into her room to search for something to open the door. I find a clip for her hair and run back to the bathroom door.

I open it with shaking hands. I open the door and see her. My heart beat rises and tears fall down. She lays on the ground off the bathroom, blood all over her wrists, and on the floor as well.

"Tinita!? Wake up" I fall on my knees next to her body. Her eyes are closed, but there are still tears stained on her cheecks.

I slowly shake her body, trying to wake her up. Is this it? Is she dead now? I hold her close to my body, knowing that she doesn't feel this.

"PRECIOUS!?" I scream hopelessly, hoping on a sign. I hold her hand tight and feel her squeese very softly. She isn't dead yet, we need more help.

"HELP!" I scream as hard as I can, hoping someone heard me. "I will stay with you" I whisper in her ear, knowing she can hear me now.

"Shh babyboy, you will be okay. Calm down" My eyes flutter open as I see her worried eyes. Her hand strokes my cheeck as she tries to calm me down.

"Thank you" I say, still crying my eyes out. Her finger wipes some tears from my face. I give her a weak smile which she returns.

"Jorge, we need to do something about this" She states after a while of holding me close and calming me.

"I-I know" I stutter softly. "But what?" My voice comes out as a whisper.

"You need to believe that I am not going to kill myself" Her hand strokes over my hair.

"But I do believe you" I respond as she lays her hand on my heart.

"Your mind believes me baby boy, but your heart doesn't" She softly rubs the place where her hand is placed. "Let's sleep now" She lays down first. I lay my head on her heart again, listening to the steady beat.

My heart needs to believe.

The words shoot through my mind. I feel her hands play with my hair a bit. With a smile on my face I fall asleep again.

<Manon💘>