darkest days | jorge + martina ✓

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"Tinita you know we gotta do something" Jorge ordered for the thousand time. I sighed at him and shook my head.

"You know what I think about it" I replied while I sat down next to him on his bed.

"I know baby, but this is not good for you or me. This has to end" He stated but I kept shaking my head. I didn't want to, and he couldn't force me.

"Jorge stop it" I said in response. My voice sounded more angry now.

"No I'm not going to. I can't stand seeing you, even though you try to hide it, being scared all the time for your father. Your father is psychopathic and we need to do something about it" He explained. I knew he was right in a way, but on the other hand he didn't know my father like I did.

The risk he wanted to take could cost my and his life.

"I don't want to Jorge and that's it" I finished but Jorge didn't mind to even give in a slightest bit.

"Well this time I won't let you get away with this because I am going to do something about this" He stated and wanted to walk out but I held him back by grabbing his arm with my hand.

"Please Jorge, you don't know what my father can do. I don't want him to hurt you" I admitted while I crashed down in his toned chest.

He wrapped his arms around me while taking his hand through my brown hairs.

"Shhh, I know. But I can't stand seeing you suffer" He whispered while stile holding me.

"Promise me you won't do this Jorge. This is my problem." I heard him sigh as I released my head from his chest.

"Promise me" I repeated while keeping my eyes locked with his.

"I promise" He finalised while he nodded his head and sighed. Finally I smiled and hugged him warmly.

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"Where did he go!?" I screamed through the phone. Cande was on the other side of the line.

"To your father" She repeated nervously again. Every brain cell in my mind turned into total panic.

He promised me he wouldn't.
He damn promised me.

"I'm going to get him back before he does something wrong" I said through the phone before hanging up.

I quickly jumped up from my bed and took some of my stuff. I left Jorge's house and ran towards my father's house as fast as I possibly could run.

I saw him standing in front of the door, his hand reached for the doorbell.

"Jorge!" I screamed but it was too late. He already pressed in the bell.

I ran up to him as his face looked towards me with sorrow but indignancy.

The door got opened as we got eye in eye with my father. Immediately an evil smirk took place on his lips.

The first thing he did was slap his hand across my face. The sudden shoot of pain took control of my face.

I saw how Jorge's sight turned furious. He threatingly walked closer to my father before he attacked him.

I let out a loud gasp when I saw Jorge fighting with my father. My father and Jorge went into the house. I followed them, tears ran down over my cheeks.

"Stop it!" I desperately screamed, trying to pull them off each other.

Jorge's entire face was full of scratches and blood. He looked terrible.

The tears kept falling while I screamed towards them to stop. Suddenly my father reached out and kicked Jorge intensely hard.

He fell on the floor, groaning from pain. My eyes widened and I screamed from fright and hurt.

I ran towards Jorge, placing my hands on his face. "Shh, baby" I tried calming him. Then I realised my father was still madly standing next to us.

He lifted me from Jorge and threw me against a metal chair. Tears diggled down my eyes and I cramped into myself.

He kicked me, harsher every time. I didn't care, I only cared about Jorge. Whether he was fine or not.

I'd rather have my father beat me up than him.

Again my father lift me up, but this time held me in the air for a while.

I was hopeless, desperate for someone to help me and Jorge. He shouldn't have gone here, I warned him.

For less than a second my eyes glanced to Jorge. I saw he was already moving again and his eyes showed of less pain. He was going to be fine.

Just then my father threw me, this time against the corner of a sharp, painful something.

I felt blood leaving my body, lots of blood. I heard an evil laugh from my father before I vaguely saw him leaving the house.

I was cramped into myself trying to stop the wound in my side from bleeding.

I heard footsteps coming closer and a manly figure sitting down on his knees next to my small body. Jorge's cologne filled my nose trills.

My eyes opened, staring at him for a second. I didn't let out a groan from pain, my body didn't have the energy.

This was the first time I saw real, fresh tears fall form Jorge's eyes. I rolled myself over, showing him the wound in my side.

I saw his eyes widen and his mouth open. "Don't die baby, please don't" He begged while more tears came from his beautiful green eyes.

He pulled off his vest and placed it on the insanely big wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

A single tear whirled over my cheek.

I moved my hand slightly and took hold of his. My eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling.

I knew I was losing too much blood.

"I'm calling 911" He whispered while he held his phone in his hands. His other hand was still holding mine.

I heard him taking to some people, but my mind couldn't produce the words he was saying.

He hung up and wrapped his free arm around my body, holding me.

"I can't take your pain" He said, his eyes were full of suffer and mercy. He wanted to help me, but the thing was that no one could anymore.

"It's because it doesn't hurt" I whispered out, my voice cracked down and was weaker than ever. "It's okay" I said while squeezing his hand.

"It's okay. It's okay." I repeated myself, another tear rolled down my right cheek. "It's perfect" I softly added.

"I'm in the arms" I breathed out, "of my first love. The first person I've ever loved" Every word created more pain, but I needed to say this. He was worth the pain.

"The person I'll always love" The tone of my voice lowered and the words barely got out of my throat.

The aching got worse and the bleeding started to fight through the vest. "I love you" I cracked out before I closed my eyes.

I felt his tears fall in my face. I heard his cry getting worse and worse.

This was it.

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omg that was so sad
-¡manon!