you fucked up again

                                    

                                          
a small smile formed on my face as marcus and martinus turned around to find the seatbelt unbuckled.
"y/n don't make this hard" martinus said.
"okay, it'll be much easier if you just let me get home on my own" i say, putting my hand on the door handle. 
a click was heard, martinus locked all the doors.
i tried to unlock it again but it would lock almost immediately after. 
"i'm not moving until you buckle your seatbelt" martinus said.
"fine by me" i said, getting comfortable and going on my phone.
i was suprised he didn't get annoyed, he was calm. 
he eventually sighed and started driving.
"it's on you if we crash" martinus says.
i scoff, "okay martinus gunnarsen" 
he smiles, just driving as i still lay on the seats.
we arrive back at home.
"see you didnt crash" i said as he pulled into the parking spot.
he harshly stopped, making me fall off of my seat to the floor.
laughter filled the air as i fell.
i quickly saw blood, well fuck! 
marcus and martinus left the car and helped me up.
"oh my god" marcus said as he helped me, my nose had started to bleed.
"well y/n! i told you to buckle up!" martinus said from the other side of the car as we talked over the roof. 
"you're wrong on so many fucking levels" i say, trying to wipe my nose but it got worse. 
"what do you mean y/n?" he says.
he keeps on mentioning my name and making me nervous, he wouldn't break eye contact. 
i mean, i wouldn't either! 
"what do i mean?" i scoff "you were the one who decided to lock me in your car because you didn't want me leaving, then you said you wouldn't drive the car until i buckled up and so i didn't buckle up, because i wanted to walk home" his smile faded away as i proved him wrong "and then you started to drive, thinking i was joking the whole time and decided to fucking injure me again right at the end, PURPOSELY?" i wiped my nose again.
"i-" 
"i- i-" i mimicked his stutter, "shut the fuck up!" 
i fixed my dress as marcus moved out of the way and grabbed the keys from my house and walked back home.
all i heard from marcus was "you fucked up bro" 
i opened the door, got inside and locked the door behind me.
i took a shower and did my skincare routine. something didn't feel right.. 
i walked to the big mirror by the floor to ceiling window and checked up my nose and noticed it was moving slightly. 
as i moved it slightly, blood rushed out.
i was so shocked and started to shake. 
(marcus pov) 
1 hour after y/n left the car, i was laying in bed and noticed a figure coming from y/ns window.
it was her wearing an oversized shirt with only some short shorts. 
she was checking her face, i froze up when i saw blood gushing out of her... lips? eyes? 





FUCK, her NOSE.
i quickly called the ambulance because all i saw afterwards, was y/n sitting in the ground, trying to stop the bleeding.
"911 what's your emergency" 
"my neighbour might have a broken nose, i can see her through my window sitting in a pool of blood she is trying to stop" 
"what's your address sir, or even better, her address" 
"it's **********" 
"thank you sir, the ambulance will be there shortly" 
"great, thank you" 
i ended the call and realised i have y/ns phone number.
i called her, and saw her figure move away from the window, probably to go get the phone.
moments later, she answered.
"y/n go open your front door, the ambulance are coming" 
"what?"
"i called the ambulance"
"okay." she ended the call shortly after, i heard her shaky breaths, god she must've been in so much distress. 
(y/n pov) 
i opened the front door, and went back to the mirror. 
i'm suprised marcus cared, but how did he know? 
i looked at the large windows. 
"oh right" i thought. 
the ambulance sirens were heard driving closer and closer. 
(martinus pov) 
what are those noises? 
i went to marcus' room to see if there was any ambulance driving by, only to see the ambulance stopping at y/ns house.
i fucked up again.
(y/n pov) 
moments later people came rushing through with equipment.
"hello miss" one lady said.
they placed me onto one of those beds and rushed me to the ambulance.
(martinus pov)
i saw y/ns body being put into the back of the ambulance.
"you fucked up, i had to call the ambulance FOR HER" marcus shouted at me.
"you fucking MORON" he said with tears in his eyes.
"THIS REALLY SHOWS HOW YOU COULDNT CARE LESS ABOUT Y/N, YOU DONT FUCKING CARE FOR HER, AND ITS SAD SEEING YOUR OWN BROTHER CALL FOR HELP ISNT IT? YOU KNOW WHY I CALL FOR HELP? BECAUSE I FUCKING LOVE HER UNLIKE YOU YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD" he shouts, pushing the door shut behind him with tears in his eyes. 
i did, truly, fuck up..