[ J O R G E ]--
I was on my bike home from Martina's house. I was shaking and my mind was confused.
I did not know that Martina's father abused her. She didn't deserve this, nobody did.
I saw the fear and pain in her brown eyes when her father slapped her. Even though I hate her, I couldn't help but feel like I needed to tell someone. Like I needed to help her.
I arrived home and ,still in shock, I walked inside my house. My mom was sitting on the couch and greeted me. "Hey honey, how was your day?" She asked me nicely.
I didn't react and just walked past her. I must've come over rudely. I dragged my body up the stairs and sat down on my bed.
I took my phone from my jeans and opened it. Immediately I got a notification of a message from Martina.
Don't tell anyone, please. Don't drag yourself into my mess.
I read her words, it was so different then what the Martina I know would say.
It was more begging, more hopeless. I closed my phone and layed down on my bed.
I didn't know what to do. Either to listen to Martina and leave her alone or help her and tell someone.
My head was spinning while I felt my eyes close. Slowly I fell into a deep sleep.
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"Martina?" I said towards her. I was nervous, not knowing how to confront her with this.
"What?" She asked rudely in response, trying to hide her nerves. But in a way I saw them now. It was how she looked at her father yesterday.
"We need to talk" I tried but she shook her head and shrugged her shoulders.
"We have absolutely nothing to talk about" She casually said before turning around and walking towards Cande.
Well that failed.
I sighed before I felt two arms wrap around me. The immediate presence of Charlotte suddenly didn't make me happy. I just wanted to talk to Martina.
"How are you baby?" She asked me with her high voice and sparkly eyes. I fakely chuckled and walked with her to our seats.
"I'm fine, you?" I replied while my mind was elsewhere. She clinched onto my neck and kissed my cheek.
"Me too honey" She said and turned my head fully towards her before kissing my lips.
This was the first time I didn't felt the love and happiness like before. It was like something changed.
Charlotte just smiled and started listening to the teacher who had began with the lesson.
My sight dropped over to Martina as I saw her busy writing something. Seconds later she looked up and signed me that she wanted to give me something.
Trying not to drag attention I slowly leaned down a bit and she threw the paper right in my hand. I catched it and sat back up straight again.
I unfolded the paper and read her small handwriting.
don't tell anyone. never in a million years.
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darkest days | jorge + martina ✓
Fiction généraleCOMPLETED the two hate each other. jorge and martina I'm talking about. if they could, they would kill each other, no kidding. they're in the same class but both always hating on each other. but it appears to be that martina has the darkest secrets..