Music in Motion (Marcus Gunnarsen x Reader) (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 3

"My Dearest Marcus..." It said written in neat cursive.

I felt my heart rate spike as I knew what (Y/n)'s handwriting looked like and that wasn't it.

I sat down, the letter clutched in my hand. As I opened it and began to read it I didn't notice the world around be begin to blur.

"My Dearest Marcus...

I've gotten rid of that awful girl that tried to force you into marrying her. Now we can be together like we always planned to. We'll make that cursed girl watch as we forever promise ourselves to each other until death do us part. I'll be here Marcus, don't make your blushing bride wait too long.

Love, Future Mrs. Sophia Gunnarsen"

I felt the anger boiling within me as I reread the letter, not believing the words I was reading. I couldn't believe my luck. Something like this happening today of all days.

I stood and walked over to the vanity like dresser, trying to think of what could've brought this on so suddenly. Then it clicked.

*Cue Le Flashback*

"Shes- She's back, she's here. She's coming for me, for us, we aren't safe we need to leave I" (Y/n) rambled as she almost had another panic attack.

"Hey, you're safe, who's coming?" I asked calmly, my tone soothing her.

"S-Soph-Sophia..." She said as she pushed her face into my chest, afraid that even saying her name might summon her from the depths of hell.

"Who's Sophia?" I asked as I looked into her eyes.

*End*

I felt the anger overwhelm me. I looked up from the letter, not noticing Katie standing there I drop the letter and smash my fist into the once glass mirror of the vanity.

I was breathing heavily as the mirror lay in pieces, my fist bloody with small shards of glass embedded into it. I walked out, stepping on the letter as I did.

I began to walk down the hall when I was stopped by Katie. She grabbed my arm and forced me to look into her eyes and breathe. I felt myself begin to calm down, just enough for me to arrange my thoughts and get ahold of myself. Katie grabbed my hand and made me sit back down in the chair I had just gotten up from in my fit of rage. She picked up the letter and set it on the bed.

"Stay here. I'll be back. If you get up while i'm gone then you'll have bigger problems to worry about then (Y/n) missing." Katie told me with a stern look on her face before leaving the room.

I sat there staring at my hand, trying to make something of what had happened.

'That address...'

'I have to go there, I don't want Martinus or Katie dragged into this.' I thought to myself.

I took the letter and folded it, messily shoving it into my pocket before Katie came back in. When she came in she was carrying a first aid kit.

"Katie I'm fine, I don't need tha-" I tried to say to her but I was cut off.

"Sit." She told me as she set the first aid kit down, crouching on the floor looking at my hand.

"You'll need stitches. Next time don't do something so irrational without thinking." Katie said in a surprisingly serious tone.

She took my hand in her hand, now that the adrenaline had worn off I realized how much it actually hurt. I winced as she began to remove the small shards of glass from the cuts on my hand. When she was finished she poured some disinfectant onto it and began stitching up the bigger cuts that wouldn't heal without them. I tried to look away as I'm not a big fan of needles.

She finally finished and I sighed in relief as she bandaged my hand up. When she had finished cleaning up the used supplies she looked at me and pinched my cheek hard.

"Oww." I said while looking at her confusedly.

"That was for doing something stupid. You're lucky (Y/n) isn't here or she would've done worse." She said with an angry/serious tone.

"(Y/n)'s already missing. Don't make the situation worse by doing something reckless and getting yourself in danger. She wouldn't want that." Katie said while looking into my eyes, the look of worry now evident to me.

I nodded at her and she left.

'She's right... putting myself in danger won't do anything except make the situation worse. Katie's already trying to deal with this situation herself, I can't put more stress on her. I've got to let them help me or else I'll end up missing just like (Y/n)...'

I put my head in my hands and tried to think of a plan.