Him

"Stop Mom!"

His eyes open slowly and he looks at ne with tears. "She was right I love you." I say again. He sits up and huggs me.

These hugs I missed. Being in his arms. His smell, his touch. Just everything about him. I pull away from the hug and stare into his eyes.

I move closer to his face until I'm only a few centimeters away. His eyes are switching between my lips and eyes.

"Can I?" He whispers. Instead of anwsering I just press my lips onto his. He kisses back and I push him down on his bed.

After some minutes we pull away but stay close. "You want to be my boyfriend?" I ask out of breath.

"Yes." He anwsers happy and I again put my lips on his. Slowly and softly he kisses back and a bit unsure moves his hand under my shirt.

He starts stroking over my stomach. I do the same and shove my hand under his shirt. I stroke his side up and down.

"I'm back!" Mom shouts from downstairs. We don't stop kissing and enjoy being close to each other.

Martinus' p.o.v
He asked me to be his boyfriend. Omg I can't believe what's happening right now. Am I dreaming?

So many questions are in my head but I push them aside and enjoy his kisses and his touch.  Suddenly there is a knock on the door.

"Martinus and Marcus Gunnarsen unlock the fucking door. Right now or I'll kick it in!" Mom yells from the outside.

"What's wrong with her?" I ask afraid. "I don't know. We should open the door." Marcus suggests and gets up.

Slowly he unlocks the door and opens it slightly. Not even a second later the door gets pushed wide open and Marcus falls to the ground.

Mom steps into the room with a almost empty bottle of vodka. "It's all your fault." She yells and stumbles over to the bed. I look at her scared.

She climbes on the bed and pulls me really close by my shirt. "You worthless, stupid, ugly child." She yells and I can smell the alcohol.

Marcus stares at us not knowing what to do. The first hit meets my cheek and the second one my nose.

Tears stream down my cheeks and mix with the blood dripping down my chin from my nose.

Over and over she hits me. My face, my chest, my stomache. I feel like I will past out when a pain goes trough my arm. I shot my eyes open and look at Mom hitting my broken hand against the wall.

"Mom stop!" Marcus yells and tries to push her away. Luckily he is stronger and can push her off me. He drags her out of the room and locks the door.

He runs towards me and strokes my bruised cheek. I flinch because it hurts and he looks at me worried. "Fuck." He mumbles and takes my phone.

With shaking hands he types in a message then puts it down again. Gently he places his lips on mine.

"I-I'm sorry I should have done something." He says with tears in his eyes. "It's okay." I whisper in pain and force a smile. Again he places a small kiss on my lips and one on my cheek.

A knock on the door interrupts us and Marcus gets up to let Justice inside. Fast she comes to me and pulls some medicine stuff from her backpack.

"How did this happened?" She asks. "Mom just came and said it's all his fault and than she beat him up. She was drunk and had a bottle with her." Marcus explaines.

"Sorry I have to cut your shirt. It would be too painful to take it off." She sais appologizing. I nodd weakly.

With a siscore she cuts me shirt and looks at my chest and stomach. "Omg. This will hurt a lot." She sais shocked and touches my chest.

"Think about something nice." She adds and starts cleaning the wounds.