Unlucky (when bad girl meets good boy)

Chapter 39

Clyde's POV

I screamed, I kicked, I clawed, and I was pretty much uncontrollable at this point. I wasn't doing this voluntarily, but things like this happened when traumatic memories were triggered. It felt like I was watching myself doing these things, while I watched from a distance, unable to do anything.

Justin tried his best to pull me out of this hell hole I was in, but I was stuck. The dark clouds of memories were circling me again, and mocking me for all the stupid mistakes I made.

I hated feeling like this. Helplessness is something I hated about myself. The feeling of not being able to help myself and having to depend on someone else was pure torture.

My heart was beating so quickly, and I couldn't seem to catch my breath. I honestly just wanted a hole to swallow me up. The world around me was spinning and I wanted so badly for things to go back to normal. I coulnd't get a hold of myself and eventually everything around me went black.

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I woke up in my bed, with the covers around me giving me warmth. I sat up remembering everything that happened earlier. Drew. Justin. The horrible memories.

I looke to the side, where my clock sat, and the time was 4:43 a.m. I sat up, and heard light snoring. I looked around to find the source of the snoring, and found Justin sleeping on the floor. He stayed. Even after my whole fit, he stayed.

I got off the bed, and snuggled up next to him. It just felt safer there.

I just laid next to Justin, thinking about how he must be creeped about me. I mean, I just had a full blown fit in front of him. Plus, I have a bipolar ex-boyfriend who can't decide if he's into me or not. On top of it all, I have the whole freaking mafia after me. He doesn't know that last part though...

I still can't keep myself from thinking about Max. I feel that I should think about him as a bad person, but I can't forget about how he used to make me feel special. He also let me go, and he paid the price for that.

Drew. What a fucking dick. It's taken me all this time to realize that he's not good for me. He's changed too much, and there's nothing left of the Drew I used to adore. I don't even know what happened to Drew. He's morphed into something unrecognizable.

Beside me, Justin made a noise which surprised me, and made me squeak. Instantly, Justin sat up and looked around. He relaxed when he saw me sitting next to him.

"I'm sorry for waking you." I apologized, extremely embarrased. Justin yawned. "No, it's okay. Are you alright?" Justin asked. "I-I'm okay" I shrugged, getting up and sitting on the bed. "He's a dick." Justin said. "What?" I asked, not sure about who he was talking about. "Your ex-boyfriend." Justin answered. I nodded in agreement. "He wasn't always that way. Shit happened and we changed." I explained, not really in the mood for explaining the whole story. Justin nodded, and began to get up.

"Where are you going?" I asked, watching him head out the door. "To make breakfast." Justin replied. I laughed, "It's like five in the morning." I followed him into the kitchen, where he was already looking in my fridge. "So? Breakfast is very important Clyde." Justin smiled at me.

Let's just say that Justin made the BEST pancakes ever. Don't even try to fight me on this.

Probably his mad baker skills coming into play.

"Do you like them?" Justin chuckled watching me shovel the pancakes into my mouth. I only nodded because I still had pancakes in my mouth.

"What shall we do today my lady?" Justin asked, and I busted up laughing. "What?" Justin asked laughing, looking confused as to why I was laughing. "Are we living in the 1800s?" I laughed. "I was being chivalrous." Justin defended, trying not to laugh. "I know, it was cute." I smiled, kissing Justin on the cheek. "I'm not cute, I'm manly!" Justin smirked, flexing his muscles. "Please" I breathed, laughing uncontrollably. "C'mon Clyde you're hurting my ego here." Justin laughed. "Good." I laughed.