darkest days | jorge + martina ✓

10

--

I was wide awake, laying next to him. His brown hairs was hanging over his face. 

To be honest Jorge has a perfect life. He has a girlfriend, he has amazing friends and a huge house. He got 2 parents who most probably love him a lot.

He's the total opposite from me. I'm a true mess. My mother left me and my dad and the my father started abusing me. I only have one friend, and if my stupid mind doesn't do something soon, I'm gonna lose her as well.

It's not like I'm invisible on school. It's just that nobody wants to be friends with me cause I don't let anyone close. Cande was the only one who got into me, but still our friendship is on the edge of breaking.

And again, that's all my fault.

And now, lying here while looking at him, making me realise I should stop this. He got blessed with a life like his and if I get into it, I'll only pull him into my mess.

Slowly I released from the strong grip he had on my waist. I stood up from the bed and jumped in my pair of jeans.

The shirt I had on yesterday was too cold and dirty. Without thinking I took one of Jorge's sweaters and pulled it over my body.

It was soft and comfy but way too big for my small body. His cologne was all over it.

I quickly got a paper from his desk and wrote a message for Jorge on it.

i left. don't get yourself into my mess, you deserve better. leave me suffer with myself. thank you for helping me.
xo impossible.

I wrote the words and then folded the paper. I placed it carefully in his hands and then closed it.

I kissed his cheek softly and then left the room. I got out of the house and drove home on my bike.

My father was inside, hopefully asleep. Slowly I stepped inside the house, purposely not trying to make a sound.

To my luck I didn't hear my father which probably meant he was asleep. I tiptoed to my bedroom and layed down on my bed.

Before I fell asleep my phone buzzed slightly. I took it out of my pocket and looked at the message. It was from Jorge.

Martina! I told you I wanted to take care of you, please let me. Don't tell me you went back to your father. Please come back

I read his message but quickly closed my phone after it and threw it on the nightstand next to me. He didn't know how it was to be me.

He wouldn't want my life, not for a million dollars. And that's why I'm keeping him out of it.

For hours I layed in my bed, staring at my ceiling. I wanted to sleep, but I couldn't.

Then I heard footsteps up the stairs. My heart beat rose and my mind filled with adrenaline and fright.

Fright for my father.

The door handle of my room got opened as I crowled deep under my white blankets, squeezing my eyes.

"Martina" I heard a male voice speak. It didn't sound like my father in any way.

I slowly got out of the blankets and saw Jorge standing in my door opening. Not that that was any better.

"Get out Jorge" I demanded, pointing at the door behind him.

"No" He conversely said and came walking towards me. He sat next to me on the edge of the bed.

I looked right into his eyes, not even able to see them clearly because of the darkness.

"I don't want you to get hurt" He said, holding my cheek with his right hand, giving me no other option then looking at him.

"But you don't want to get into my life, I swear" I fought back. He shook his head negatively.

"Well I don't care. I do care about your safety and I don't want you ending up dead" He genuinely told me. His hand caressed my cheek softly, shivers appeared all over my body.

I started blushing bright red, lucky for me he didn't see me clearly in the haze of the night.

"I'm your friend now. And friends care for each other." His words were nice and calming. But in a way his words hurt.

Hurt by the fact that he called me his friend. Hurt by the fact that Charlotte was his girlfriend. Just hurt.

But in the other way I couldn't resist obeying him. His words came over so secure, so confident. It looked so real, he was real.

"Okay, I'll come with you" I whispered before he plucked his hand of my cheek and smiled.

I got out of my covers as that was the moment he noticed I was wearing his sweater. "That is... mine?" He said, raising his eyebrow while smirking.

I giggled and nodded. He just chuckled silently before taking my hand and walking out of my room with me.

Together we tiptoed down the stairs and left the house silently.

--

I was laying in his bed. It was around 7 in the morning. I was wide awake. Jorge's alarm would probably ring in a few minutes.

He was sleeping, even snoring quietly. I was rethinking everything that had been coming over to me the last week.

Everything went so quick, I never had time to think. One week ago my father would push me against the wooden staircase and now I'm here, laying on the warm chest of a guy which I hated.

I never imagined for me to take this change. On one side there's still a lot to be done and to be solved. This mess is not over yet.

But in the other hand I'm happy for now. That I have someone who knew about me, someone who protected me.

His arm held me by my waist and my head was placed on his chest.

I got shocked by the sudden sound of Jorge's phone that took over the air of the room. His closed eyes fluttered open and he immediately reached for his phone to stop the ringing.

I smiled, he was cute in the morning.

"Hey Tinita" He said in a husky morning voice while he looked at me with a smile.

Tinita...

"Morning" I replied with a happy voice.

"How's your neck feeling?" He questioned me as I shrugged.

"Fine I guess. It still hurts but it's less then yesterday" He pressed his lips onto each other while stroking some hair out of my face.

"Let's eat breakfast" He then said while loosening his arm from my waist and standing up.

I nodded and got up as well, but tripped over a pile of clothes that was laying on the ground.

In a quick movement Jorge catched me and held my body steady. His green eyes got in contact with my brown ones.

His face came closer which caused us to breath the same air. His left hand held my cheek softly, making me inhale.

My heart beat rose ten levels as he moved even closer. The nerves that were raging through my body were unstoppable.

His eyes looked so steady into mine. It was like he was trying to read me, my story.

--

okay so a question.
jortini kiss or nah?
-¡manon!