Savior (MGFF)

Chapter 1 - Meeting Him

~*Aleksandria's POV*~

I wake up panting, once again. I've been having the same nightmare over and over. It's starting to get the best of me, I can't seem to focus on anything anymore, it's destroying my life. Everyday flashbacks come without warning and I find myself with my cheeks wet.

I look over to the clock, it reads 2:54. Fuck it's too early, I could go back to sleep but then again thinking that nightmare might come back, haunting me, it's better if I don't.

I head to the bathroom and wash my face, I glance at my reflection in the mirror: my eyes are puffy and red and I have the worst bags under my eyes plus I have black circles along with it, and my hair, you could just say its everywhere. I feel like crap, I guess I've gotten used to it, really.

Don't give up. Not just yet.

I remind myself. Even though it's getting harder not to. I wonder if they have anything to eat right now, I'm seriously starving. I pick up the room phone and search for the number list.

Room service: 1001

There it is. I dialed the number and wait for an answer. Nothing. Damn it. I make my way to the small refrigerator. Thankfully there was a few bars of Twix. PRAISE THE LORD! I harshly open one and stuff it in my mouth, when I finish I ponder on if I should eat another one, as I'm looking at the inside of the mini fridge I see a bottle of vodka standing in the door of it.

A sip wouldn't hurt anyone, right?

No. You can't go back to that life.

C'mon just one sip.

I reach for the bottle and close the mini fridge. I lay on my bed and open the bottle, drinking right away.

Shit, I forgot how this tasted. I thought to myself as the liquid burned my throat, the feeling brings back some good and bad memories.

Me and two other friends buying drinks in the local grocery store.

His hands touching my bare stomach.

Drinking at 2 am in my birthday when my dad and his girlfriend were asleep.

His hands pinning down my arms as I struggle to get out of his grip.

Going to the golf court, laying down watching the stars.

Me screaming for help and his hand covering my mouth making my screams muffled.

Going to the nightclub and ordering 3 shots of tequila.

Thinking that my time had finally come.

Getting drunk with my friends, feeling free.

"Fuck" I mutter in my mind but the words also come out of my mouth. Even my brain has fucked up thoughts. I think...

I take another sip of the bottle and realized it has come to an end, there was no more vodka. I don't remember drinking this quickly since that horrible night that just keeps bringing the flashbacks.

I look over to the clock again, 4:05. I got too lost in drinking that I didn't even realized time was gone so fast.

What has gotten in to you?! I hear my mom scream in my head.

You are a disgrace to the family! I hear my dad say in his usual loud and angry tone.

Ha. Family, what family dad?! The one that never cared? The one that was so loving to everyone but ME?! Of course they only "care" about me when I fucked up, I could be the best student in the fucking planet they still wouldn't give two fucks about me. Even better, I could be FUCKING DYING, they still would give a single SHIT.

I process my own words. I could be dying, they still wouldn't care. The truth started to sink in, and I wish I still had some expensive vodka to drink. I guess I always relied on it.

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I woke up and look at the clock, 16:55. FUCK, I don't even remember going to sleep, but I guess I blacked out since the bottle was still laying next to me. I shot up from the bed and started getting ready, I took the quickest shower of my life, I definitely needed since I still reeked of booze and my hair was a big mess. At least my eyes weren't red anymore. I applied the usual makeup but decided to add some concealer under my eyes, which did cover up really well actually. I quickly got dressed in a dark red sweater, black leggings and a beige loop scarf. I take the elevator and press the lobby button. As soon as the doors open I make my way towards the street and calling out for a cab.

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I arrive at the studio at 18:30, since I took about a hour getting ready and 35 minutes to get to here.

"Hi Steph, sorry I'm late. What's my room?" I ask in a single breath.

"Studio 5" she smiles as I turn and take the elevator.

I walk past a bunch of studio rooms and enter the last one of the corridor, I'm familiar with studio 5 since it was always the one I used, and because of that I usually would leave some of my stuff around there, knowing that I was almost always the only one using it, like it was reserved for me.

As I was going to turn the door knob a loud music with powerful bass starts playing. I got to admit I love musics with a good beat. Wait, somebody's using my room. I come to realize, when I realize the music I'm hearing is coming from right in front of me. I open the door and I'm 'greeted' by the back of someone, I mean specifically the back of his head, I think it's a he because of the short hair.

"Uhhm..." I clear my throat loudly enough, even thought the music had stopped.

The guy jumps a bit before turning around to face me. When he finally turns all the way to face me, I get stuck looking at his eyes. I've always a sucker for beautiful eyes, but his eyes were different, they were a mixture of blue and light grey and I just want to stop the time and stare at them forever.

"Why are you in my room?" I ask politely even though it might have came off as plain rude.

"Uhm.. This is my room, I booked it yesterday" he replies with a strong accent lacing his words. Wait, what the absolute fuck?! Is he who I think he is?! I gulp when my mind makes like a fucking matching game and it affirms my doubt. Its' fucking MARTIN GARRIX, IN MY FUCKING STUDIO RIGHT NOW.

"Well I booked it too. God damn Steph" I say but mutter the last part.

"Sorry, what did you say?" he asks raising an eyebrow, and I swear he looks so fucking cute right now that I just want to pinch his cheeks and claim him. Wait what?

"Nothing, I think they made a mistake at booking studios..."

"Well, Uhm... I'm kind of in the middle of something, I can't just move my things right now." he says.

"Well, all the other studios are booked too, so... I mean can I just use the booth?, that's all I need, I promise to be quick, I just need to record 2 songs and I'm out. I guess I can edit at home" I say and again I mutter the last part.

"Sure"

AN:

Hey guys! Thank you for reading! It's my very first fanfiction and I hope that you liked it and if so please tell me in the comments. :)