Take Me 2

Chapter [10]

The songs for this chapter are:

-The Weight: Shawn Mendes

-I See Fire: Ed Sheeran

-Chains: Nick Jonas

Selena's POV

"Mom,"

The second I step out of my car to run into my mothers outstretched arms, the tears fall faster.

I don't care how much I hate her, because I hate Justin more.

The feeling of not loving him is more suffocating than being engulfed by his love. I'd rather die a thousand lives than say I really hate Justin Bieber, but here I am screaming hate through every inch of my body for my hazel eyed boy.

The discrimination sinks me down to my knees in her arms.

I wish they were Justin's arms that comfort me, but every time I imagine Justin I think of his smile when I said I hated him.

He smiled.

Justin smiled like I had been a toy from the beginning. He smiled like he didn't have to hide anymore. The teeth that shone through his lips were pearly white and are imprinted in my mind.

Never have I seen him smile that truthfully except for when he told me he loves me.

I guess the awful truth really does make everything else seem like a lie.

If he could smile that truthfully when he said he loves me, how was it so easy when I said I hated him? My head swirls with the unanswered questions; I want to know more. I need to know more. My gut is telling me something I can't quite understand, or begin to comprehend.

"Selena," my mothers voice ushers through my ears and I bury my head in her neck, "My baby."

I don't answer.

I don't want to. There is no will to act sweet to the woman who was once my backbone.

As time went on, I guess I found she was never a backbone or a crutch, my mother is and will always be, a prison, just waiting to imprison myself as hers once again.

The hold will only break us both again.

But I don't move.

I let her hands run through my hair as I close my eyes.

Her scent is one I haven't recognized in a long time and I find myself wrapping my arms around her. We both let out a heavy sigh, mine in pain and hers in relief.

"I'm sorry," she whispers and I bite my lip not wanting to cry anymore.

"Mom stop."

Her finger tips wipe away my free falling tears but they only increase, "Sel, sweetheart, I'm sorry because I tried to warn you about what Justin would do."

I shake my head, "He said it was all a lie."

It's as if I'm being punished for speaking the unspeakable; my whole world feels as if it is coming to a crashing halt in my mother's arms.

"I told you boys like that will only take your all and leave with it." My mothers voice is no longer smooth and kind, her words are harsh and I wince. She is teaching me a lesson from my weak build and I don't want to listen.

But where else am I going to go?

The tears sneak out my eyes even when my lashes block their escape. But it's not use. My broken heart demands to endow the pain with tears.

I melt into a mold of hate.

"Boys like that?" I ask her own words back at her and she pauses as if waiting for the right words to come into mind.