Marthe Woertman Imagines

"Get out if my house you psycho!"

I came home a little early today excited to spend a cosy day cuddling with my boyfriend and watching movies. I went to the store to buy a bunch of snacks and candy. On my way in I see one of the other people who live in the building. Her name is Marth and she's always been really nice to me, honestly if I wasn't taken I would 100% date her but I don't even know if she's taken let alone likes me in that way. I wave and say hi as I walk past her in the lobby. Just before the doors to the elevator closes I hear her call out to me but before I could press the button for the doors to open it had already started to move. I brushed it off as not too important. I happily walk to my apartment, it was almost as if I was skipping. I have had a rough week at work and couldn't wait to just wine down and relax. I open the door knowing it's not locked because my boyfriend is home. But when I enter and go to take my shoes off I see more than 1 pair of shoes..some heals that weren't mine to be exact. I instantly drop my groceries and angrily walk towards the bedrooms. I get even more pissed when I hear moaning noises from my bedroom. I slam the door open and see them. And if even possible he was fucking one of my friends, well I wouldn't consider her close but I still felt a little betrayed. When they heard the door slam open she screamed and started gathering her clothes. I was more angry at him so I let her leave knowing I would just block her out of my life. My boyfriend now ex put on some clothes. "Really? Again? How many times have you cheated on me already?! I'm so fucking stupid for letting you stay. We're done and get out of my house!" I yell mad at him but also at myself. "Come on Baby it was just a mistake. Give me another chance please." He pleads. "That's the dumbest excuse I've ever heard! And besides you've had your chance and guess what you fucking blew it again!" Now get the fuck out of my house!" I yell almost laughing at how pathetic he sounded. "Well we're the heck am I gonna go? I live here too you know?" He says trying to get himself out of this argument. "I don't give a fuck if you live on the bloody streets. Get out of MY house, my name is on the lease. I never asked you to move in with me your just came one day with all your shit." I scoff. "No I'm not leaving, come on babe let's talk this out." He still tries to reason with me. He then tries to come towards me to grab my arm. I move backwards and yell "Fuck off don't touch me. I'm really done I don't care anymore. You've fucked up one too many times. You love fucking other girls so much right well I just made it easier for you. Now your not attached you can go fuck whoever you want." I go off. "But baby I want you." He says walking towards me which just made me walk backwards not wanting him to even touch me. "Get away from me! Don't touch me! Fuck off!" I yell getting very pissed off. I was already tired from my shitty week and he just had to add more salt into the wound. What I didn't expect was him to go from pleading to mad in a few seconds. He grabbed a vase near by and smashed in on the ground, which made me scream in fear. "Get out of my house you psycho!" I yell with fear in my voice. My eyes widen when I see him grab one of my succulents that had a really heavy ceramic pot. He was aiming it at my head when we both hear heavy knocks on the door. "Excuse me Ma'am are you ok in there?" I hear a deep voice come from behind the door. "Don't you dare answer that door." My now ex whisper yells. I glance over at my kitchen counter and then look back at my ex. I quickly yell "HELP!" Then judo towards me kitchen counter to hide. I hear the ceramic pot break on impact with the wall and thankfully before my ex could walk over to me the door slams open. I peak from the side of the kitchen counter and see the guy from behind the door who was actually a police officer putting my ex in handcuffs. My heart felt like it was gonna jump out of my throat from all that fear. I was in so much shock I didn't realise the tears rushing down my face. I then see Marth rush in and books it straight for me when she spots me behind the counter. She kneels in front of my crouched form and pulls me in for a hug. "Omg are you ok?" She asks hugging me tight. I hug her back tighter still shaking from what just happened. "Sorry I know it's none of my business but as soon as I heard the loud sound of something breaking I called the cops." Marth explains. "You called them?" I ask softly. "Yea I would come myself but I don't think I would be able..." I cut her off my hugging her even tighter "Thank you so much!" I was so grateful to her for interfering. If she didn't I have no idea what would have happened to me.