Marthe Woertman Imagines

Finally Asking For Help

Y/N POV
I've been in a toxic relationship with my boyfriend for a while we keep fighting but this time it got worse he grabbed my arm and held too tight so now I have a bruise growing there and he also almost hit my face. Instead of staying there and becoming a punching bag I ran out of that house and already knew where I was going to go. It was too late to take a bus or train so I just ran. It wasn't super far but not super close either but I was lucky enough to not to get into any trouble with any strangers. I quickly called Marth and when she answered I could tell she was half asleep and worried why I was calling so late. "Y/N? Are you ok? What happened?" "I..can you meet me on the roof we always meet on?" I ask my voice shaky and weak from all my crying. "Yea of course, I'll be right there!" Marth said quickly. "See you soon." I say before hanging up. When I get to the roof Marth is already there waiting for me. The door is pretty loud so when she heard the door she knew it was me and she turned around from sitting on the edge. When I thought back to what happened before my eyes well up in tears again and my knees buckle. Before I hit the ground though, Marth caught me. For the second time that night I cried my eyes out, but this time I had Marth holding me tight and rubbing my back soothingly. When I calmed down enough she asked "What happened baby?" I blushed a little when she called me baby but didn't really think about it too much. She always calls me baby even though we're not dating and it kinda became normal after a while. "We were fighting..and instead of just screaming at each other he grabbed me too tight and he almost hit my face." I say eyes wide remembering it all so clearly and remembering how scared I was in that moment. I felt Marth's hug get a little tighter and I could tell she was probably feeling protective and annoyed with him. I didn't even have to mention him directly but she already knew who I was referring to. "I'm gonna kill that asshole." Marth mutters angrily. I hug her tighter and tug on her sweatshirt in a way to tell her not to. "As much as I hate him too, maybe don't kill him..he's not worth you going to jail." I say reasoning with her. "Can I at least punch him..a couple of times?" Marth asks. "Yea ok." I say with a small chuckle knowing she's absolutely serious. "By the way your staying with me. No way your going back there." Marth says not even asking. "Ok..thank you🥺." I say softly against her sweater covered in my tears. "Anything for you baby." Marth says against my hair and kissing my head.