darkest days | jorge + martina ✓

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My eyes felt heavy and I couldn't open them although I wanted to. I heard voices, but couldn't figure out who it was.

A huge stream of pain was breaking through my neck. I felt somehow calm while I wasn't even able to move.

I heard now only one voice and it was clearly talking to me. I could only hear mumbling, no full words managed to get in my brain.

I pushed my eyes open until I saw my white room around me and the head of a familiar guy above me.

"You're awake!" He happily said and sat down next to me.

"J-Jorge" I managed to bring out but immediately felt a stream of pain shooting through my neck as I placed my hand on the pain.

"Shh, don't talk more. I know it hurts, your father tried to strangle you" I only looked at Jorge with wide eyes. I felt broken and hurt.

I moved my hand towards his which was placed on the bed next to me. I don't know what was happening to me, I just wanted to do this.

I layed my hand on top of his, making him look straight in my eyes. He looked shocked, but relaxed after I gave him a smile.

He found out about my different side and I have to accept that. So that's what I did, and I gave in on my feelings.

"Where i-is my da-d?" I cracked out, immediately holding my neck because of the unbearable pain.

"I pushed him off you and then out of the house, I don't know where he went" Jorge explained while he turned the hand under my hand around, taking my hand in his.

I smiled weakly, in a way he made me feel safe. He protected me from death.

"You saved me" I stuttered out of my mouth, tears welled up in my brown eyes. He nodded and leaned forward, kissing my heated forehead.

I started blushing like crazy, making my cheeks turn ever redder than they already were.

He moved back and looked at my red cheeks and smirked at me. "Thank you" I whispered out of my aching throat. He smiled and held my hand tightly.

"No problem" He replied, nudging me to scootch over. He sat down against the back of my bed as he lift my head and placed it on his lap.

"You go and sleep, I'll be here" He whispered in my ear and stroke my brown hair.

This small gesture felt genuine and I didn't want him to stop. His stroking made me calm, calmer then I'd expect.

After he found out about my mess he started being so nice, so caring. Which on the other hand is kinda normal since it was logical I couldn't protect myself.

Even after everything that happened between me and Jorge, we now became kinda friends. It wasn't like 'we can tell each other everything' friends, but it was enough for now

But was it really possible that I was starting to fall for the one and only asshole?

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I woke up again, this time I was snuggled up into a warm pair of arms. Jorge's arms.

I opened my eyes and saw him, asleep. He was half sitting, half lying on my bed. His arms were wrapped around me.