Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 56

Chapter Fifty Six - Don't Fall in Love With Europeans

- Madeline's POV -

I don't remember the last time I've been this quiet. Ever since the other night, when I came home after getting some air, my parents were arguing behind closed doors. I can count how many words I've said to them on my hands since that incident. 

I have stayed up in my room, only going down to the kitchen when I know my parents weren't near it. I don't know if I'm genuinely angry or if I'm just frustrated with them. Especially with my father. When his hand hit my cheek harder than a brick, I felt like all of my trust in him went away in an instant. It hurt so badly but I didn't pay attention to it until the morning after; when I realized he slightly bruised my upper cheekbone. 

The days seem longer than hell and I cannot believe that in forty-eight hours, I could be getting on a plane to England, but my father is holding me back. It's bullshit. I don't think I have ever had this many emotions running through me all at once. Anger, sadness, frustration with myself, guilt, misery, just to name a few. 

And don't even think that I haven't stopped thinking about him. I try my best not to say his name because when I do, his green eyes don't disappear from my mind. Almost everything I do, reminds me of him. I still haven't found the right balance for everything yet, but I'm working on it. Just like I'm working on myself. 

My bed has been my home and the only time I have gone out, is when my friend Candice found out I was back from the camp and we went to a lunch. I think that's it and I know, it's pathetic, but there is nothing to do around here. I hate it. 

I always knew if I had ever been given the opportunity to leave, I would have taken it. No matter how scared I would be, I would run. Too bad everyone, including my parents, are content with living in a place like this. They're too blind and delusional to see there is so much more out there than.. this place. It just pisses me off because I've been given an opportunity, but I can't run with it, like I have always planned. 

All of my thoughts are interrupted when a soft knock erupts on my door. Great. However, I know it's my mother so I lighten up a little. I push the blankets off of me and walk over towards the door quickly. I pull it open to see my mother's petite frame looking back at me. 

"Madeline," she breathes out slowly. Her eyes are actually calm and sweet, something I did not expect considering my actions the other night. "Your father and I need to talk to you," she then says with a small smile. 

My eyes narrow towards her and I have to stop them from rolling. "Okay," I say barely audible enough for even me to hear. I walk past her and she closely follows me. 

I suspect my father is downstairs, so I make my way down, holding onto the railing lazily. My guess was right when I see my father from the stairs, sitting on our couch in the living room. His eyes shoot up and over towards my direction when he hears us and he looks as if he hasn't slept properly.