He's Just... Dangerous

Chapter 27

Justin's POV

**Attention!! Triggering scenes. Read at own risk.**

I woke up in my bed, with some girl. We weren't undressed, but we were together in bed. I removed her arms from my waist rudely and got up.

"What the fuck!?" I yelled, not caring If I woke her up. She moved and sat up, yawning

"Oh hey baby." She said, smirking.

"Don't fucking call me that. Slut.." I mumbled the last part. She gasped at me.

"Whatever. I got what I want." She said, still smirking. Then got up and started walking out. I thought fast and blocked her from leaving.

"Give. Me. The money." I growled. She looked a little scared, and pulled out a lot of money from her pockets, and purse.

"Now leave." I said, moving out the way. She stormed out the room and I heard the door slam closed.

"Bitch." I mumbled. I put the money away and got changed.

I've been so depressed since Nicki left. I've started cutting again. Believe me, I'm not proud, but I can't help it. She was the only thing stopping me. Everytime I thought about it, I thought of how Nicki was in the other room, and how she loved me. Now I don't have her in the other room, and she doesn't love me anymore. She loves Nick.

I went into my bathroom and got out my razors. I sat down and adjusted my arm. I looked at all my scars. They went all the way up my arm. I looked at my tattooed arm. I got a sleeve to hide scars that wouldn't go away.

Nicolette.. I wish you were here. To just hug me, cheer me up. To wipe away my tears and make me feel wanted, loved, and just happy again.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" I sobbed to myself. I pressed down, and slid the metal through my skin.

Once

Twice

Three times.....

16

17

18... I stopped, sort of satisfied. I got what I deserve. Although I didn't want to stop, I felt like I should've. I sat there for a moment, watching the blood slide down my arm like a water fall. The blood fell on the sink, turning it red. I cried for almost half an hour straight. I looked up at myself in the mirror and saw plain disgust.

I cleaned myself up, as well as the bathroom, and put a wrap around my wrist. I walked down stairs and saw Chaz. He glanced at my wrapped up wrist and back at me a few times.

"Take a fucking picture, so you could study it will ya?" I said rudely, and walked out of sight. He followed me.

"Any signs of her yet?" I asked him quietly. He's been on the look for Nicolette ever since we left that house. We killed those guys that let Nick and her get away, and we left, not knowing what to do since there was no trace what so ever of them.

"Yes, actually-" My eyes lit up.

"She was seen going to the north Curlew starbucks, but nobody saw her after that." He said, referring to some of my gang guys that offered to help. I nodded my head.

"Okay. Thanks. Keep up the good work. I'm going to go out today. Remember Caitlin? Yeah I'm going to the beach with her today. Gunna try to get my mind off things." He nodded.

"She's hot." He commented. I smirked.

"Yeah, I guess."

Nicolette's POV