Marthe Woertman Imagines

Hostage Part 2

The people who beat me up then start running towards us to attack us and before I can react Marthe pulls out a gun and shoots all of them. I cover my ears and close my eyes at the loud sound of the gun. When the gun shots end I go to turn around but before I could turn Marthe hugs me probably not wanting me to see the dead bodies but also because she thought seconds ago that she would watch me die. "Omg I'm so Glad your ok!" Marthe exclaims hugging me tight and voice scared. "I'm glad your ok too." I respond. Both of us knew without needing to say anything that we were both thinking the same thing 'What the fuck just happened?!' "What now?" I ask knowing both of our lives were probably in danger. "Um..let's get to your apartment to pack up your stuff then we'll go somewhere safer." We then run out of that building only slowing down when we thought we were far enough. "So um how come you don't hate me after hearing the truth and everything?" Marthe asks genuinely confused. "Not that I want you to hate me but I just don't understand how you can still love someone who betrayed you?" "Well I've kinda suspected you were involved with some bad people, didn't know it was to this extent of killing randomly but I sort of knew all along, and yet I allowed myself to fall in love with you. I couldn't stop what I felt." I explain with a sigh at the end. "Your too good for me." Marthe sighs. "Hmm true. But I'm not gonna leave you." I respond and when I said the first part Marthe looks at me with a slight panicked expression but it eased down when I assured her I wasn't leaving her. "So if it was that easy to kill them like just then why didn't you do it before?" I ask curious. "I tried to leave once..he put a knife to my throat and threatened my family." Marthe said shuddering at the memory of the cold metal on her neck. "Oh. Are we going to your family home after I'm packed up?" I ask assuming that was her plan. "Yea..." Marthe stops short not knowing if she should mention something that was on her mind. But I knew somewhat what she was going to say, we may only have gotten to know each other for a few months but I read people's body language well and I've always been good at observing the small things people do. "I'm coming with you. I'll learn how to properly use these powers (putting my hands up looking at them) and I'll help you protect your family." I say determined. Marthe looked at me shocked and before she can speak again I say "You really didn't do any research before you picked me huh? Well I don't have much family left so them trying to find my family would just buy us more time to get ready. And besides if I told them everything that just happened, they would send me to a mental hospital and probably never visit me." "That's harsh. I'm sure it wasn't that bad." Marthe tries to make sense of what I just said not thinking any family could be that cruel. "Let me stop you there. I knew them for about 16 years of my life and it was mentally exhausting. The day I got here was the day I was the most confused ever in my life. I was on a walk at night after a pretty bad fight with my parents, I ended up at one of my uncle's house and I knew him as a pretty nice guy but that day was weird because right after I told him what happened he drove me to the closest bus station and passed me a backpack and hauled me onto that bus. I was confused but trusted him knowing he only wanted me to be safe so I went. The bus ended up here in Amsterdam. I quickly got an apartment bought some clothes with the money he gave me in the bag. Then few weeks later I see my childhood home and my uncle's face on the news, he committed a murder suicide..he killed my parents then killed himself. To this day I have no idea why." When I was done telling my story I looked over at Marthe who was speechless and had a slightly horrified look on her face. "I know it's been 4 years but I don't really think about it much. But anyways there's nobody really on my side of my family that they can find. So I'm going where ever your going." I say as if I didn't tell the most traumatic story. It all happened so fast I barley had time to think during it that I don't remember all of it, I remember snippets and when I saw the news it was like in a weird way I felt free and relieved that I didn't have to fear getting dragged back to that house ever again. It was hard to feel a whole lot of emotional connections to the people who made me feel in danger all the time. Sure I was curious what my uncle was thinking when he hurried me to anywhere but back to that house but at the same time I didn't want to question what horrors they may be. We finally reached back to my apartment and we get inside. I start to pack the most important things that I own. "Hey we can stay the night, then I'll arrange our ride for tomorrow." Marthe says. "Are you freaked out because of my story?" I ask scared she would leave me behind. When Marthe doesn't say a word I say "Look I know my story is pretty scary but I've been here 4 years and in that 4 years before I met you it was bland, dull. I managed to not think about my family and finally felt ok enough to keep living. And when I met you, well I finally had hope, I felt happy for once in my life and even when I saw the signs that you were probably hiding a big part of your life from me that was dangerous I stayed. I stayed because I don't have anyone else, in tired of living alone, I was ready to risk it all for you." By the end I was crying still afraid Marthe was gonna think I'm crazy and just leave but instead she pulled me over to the couch and held me. She rubbed my tears away with her thumbs and hugs me tight. Marthe would have never thought that such a cheery girl that always had so much love to give could have such a scary past. Seeing Y/N break down broke her heart. Marthe's Mission failed the day she met Y/N because she fell in love too. Marthe didn't want to give Y/N up to her boss but they gave her a note in her own apartment saying she had only a few days to take you to him before he would send a guy to her parent's home.