Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 58

Chapter Fifty Eight - Surprises 

- Martin's POV - 

I find myself, for the most part, exceeding the speed limit. My anger has boiled up to the point of no return and I slowly feel myself losing it. Damn my father for doing that to his own family and no, I'm not counting me. He should have been more responsible and not have left his wife, along with his daughter, alone. Fucking coward. 

My father has pulled some stupid shit my whole life, but I never saw this coming from him. I hope to whoever that my mother will finally open her eyes and divorce his ass. He tells me I am the disrespectful one, but he needs to take a look in the damn mirror. Him leaving right after I came home, is too suspicious for me. 

When I find him, I need to hold onto whatever humanity I have left for him so I don't end up killing him. My first instinct is to go to where he works, but not where he works. The building right beside of it; a bar. That's where they all go, including me in tough times. 

A few minutes later, I arrive at the bar and get out of Nora's car quickly. I have to remember to not be reckless with it or she would kill me. This is beyond me he would do something like this. Although, I'm slightly mad at myself that I never saw anything like this coming. 

He has always been right about one thing; I've never had respect for him. After all of this, I don't ever want to call him my father ever again. It's not like he has been one to me in my life anyways, but this is the last straw with him. Him doing something out of the ordinary, has happened before, but like I said, nothing like this. 

He would always throw a bitch fit if he never got what he wanted. He loves being in control and demanding. He hates not being listened to and he hates being wrong even more. That's one of the things that made whatever relationship we had, deteriorate. 

When I was around fifteen, I began acting out against his wishes and he hated me for that. I stopped listening to him and it killed him inside, even though on the outside, he looked fine. I knew I was taking a toll on him, but I didn't care and I don't care now. I was the only one who saw through his bullshit and hopefully, this wakes everyone up at how bad of a person he is. 

When I walk into the half empty bar, I spot the prick sitting by himself, holding a short glass of something dark. He resembles the bar; dark and beaten down. 

He does not seem to notice me as I begin to approach him. My jaw clenches in boiled anger and I feel like launching at him right then and there. When I make it beside of him, he swirls his glass around before his eyes turn up to me. They widen for a split second before he rolls them in the back of his head, shaking it as well. 

"Come to scold me?" his Dutch sounds toxic and venomous, deep and scratchy. His eyes are bloodshot red and I wonder how long he has been drinking. 

My hands clench together in fists before I take them and pull him up by his collar, standing him up on his feet. He stumbles and looks surprised by my actions and I can now judge how much he has actually been drinking.