My Best Friend's Brother (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Four

(Rosalie)

I lay there in the room, everything has gone back to normal. Jazmyn still refuses Justin to touch me and we still sneak around. Justin had taken Jazmyn and Jaxon to the mall so I was home alone. I hear the door bell and walk downstairs. I open the door and see Selena Gomez on the porch.

"Is Justin here?" she asks. I shake my head.

"Sorry," I reply.

"Could you tell him I stopped by?" she says. I nod and she leaves. I sat on the couch with a big box of Goldfish and turned on Ghost Adventures. There was another knock and I groan.

"I said I'd tell him," I say, opening the door. There stood my father, his eyes blood-shot and he was pissed.

I gulp and he strikes me across the face. I fall and he kicks me.

"You think you can leave? Ha! There is no escaping what you deserve."

He kicks me some more before turning me over and punching me repeatedly. I cough up a mouthful of blood and just lay on the floor, my eyes closed. He stands and walks out. I crawl to the downstairs bathroom, the blood smearing my path. I lift myself onto the tub edge and grab a wash cloth, quickly trying to clean the blood from my face. I cover those bruises and leaving the one they know.

"We're home!"

No! Damn it! I hear them gasp at the blood on the floor. I quickly lock the door.

"What happened while we were gone?"

"Nothing."

"Rosalie, I know you're lying. What happened?"

"My dad came."

Justin screams furiously and then leaves the house, slamming the door behind him.

"Justin!"

(Justin)

I slam the door and go back to my car. I drive to her house and stalk up to the door. I pound my hand against the door. The door opens and a man opens the door.

His eyes were completely bloodshot and his facial hair had grown far from the point of stubble. He had blue eyes that reminded me of Rosalie, but his hair was blond.

"Aw, look at the little pop star that is trying to protect the bitch. You'll never protect her from what she-" he starts, but never finishes.

I punch him in the face with all my strength, knocking him to the floor. He is dazed, but stands up. He tries to hit me, but I catch his hand, twisting it behind his back.

"Mercy! Mercy!" he begs.

"You will never hit Rosalie again. If you try, you will have to deal with me, my bodyguard, and a very expensive lawsuit for child abuse. I suggest you clean up your act and start treating her like your daughter. She is the only family you have. Treasure it."

I let go of his arm, hitting him once more.

"That is from my parents for hurting someone under our home. You're lucky it isn't worse for the fact it was my little sister's best friend and the person I love."

I slam the door behind me and drive home. I smile to myself and shake out my hand. I saunter up to the door and walk inside with a smirk. I walk upstairs and Rosalie and Jazmyn run up to me.

"What did you do?" Jazmyn asks, eager to know.

"Did he hurt you? I can't bear if he hurt you too," Rosalie says, giving me a look over.

"He did not hurt me. He is worse than I am," I say, chuckling. "I will not just stand around as he calls you that and hurts you. I told him if he tried again, he's deal with me, Kenny, and a lawsuit."

Jazmyn high-fives me and Rosalie holds on to me. She didn't let go, muttering to herself.

"He didn't touch you, did he?" she asks, looking up at me with her big blue eyes.

"Nope. Didn't have the chance," I say, shaking my head. She sighs in relief, letting go.

Rosalie sits down on the bed, her eyes closed. She looks as if the weight of the world has been lifted from her shoulders. I sit next to her and Jazmyn on the other side. Jaxon sits with us and we have Erin take a picture. I ask her to make an extra so I'd have one.

That night, Jazmyn goes to bed and I was lying awake in my room. I was smiling with satisfaction as I recalled the events. I crack my knuckles when my door freaks open. I sit up to see Rosalie slipping into my room. I smile at her and she sits next to me. This is the second night this week.

She has her back to me, her brown curls flowing down her back. I reach over and put my hand on her shoulder. She turns around and it's Selena. I gasp and pull away. She crawls over to me and smirks at me.

"I know you want this," she purrs, her hand unbuttoning my jeans.

"No, I don't. Get off me," I say, trying to push her off.

"Come on, Justin. That girl is nothing to you. You know that. Who you really love is me. Remember when we almost did? We can tonight," she says, teasing the hem of my shirt.

"No. Not with you. I love her. Not you. She is everything to me," I say, pushing her again. She frowns and pulls my face to hers. Her lip gloss smears on my mouth and I am repulsed.

She didn't taste like Rosalie and never will. I push her off and wipe my mouth. I hear a light flip on. Selena smirks and then grabs my face, kissing me again. The door opens and I shove her off.

"Get the fuck out of my room!" I shout. I hate cussing and this just proves to show how angry I am. I turn to see Rosalie standing there, her face worried and scared, making her look vulnerable. Selena huffs and stomps to the door.

"You will never be me," she hisses. Rosalie looks totally pushed over the edge.

"I don't want to be you. You are mean and gross. You hurt him and you tried to basically rape him. That's disgusting. Who does that? He told you to get off and you still refused. At least I know my limits and care what people's comfort zone is. I don't push people over theirs or mine," she says, letting it all out. "If he wanted you back, don't you think he would've come back already?"

Selena gapes at her and I smile. I am proud of Rosalie, standing up for herself. Selena storms out, her ego obviously hurt. I open my arms and Rosalie runs into them.

"I'm so proud of you, love," I say, kissing her forehead.

"I thought that if you stood up to my dad, I can stand up to Selena," she says, a blush in her cheeks.

I hold her face in my hands and kiss her sweetly. She smiles and kisses me back.

"That's my girl," I say, kissing her again quickly.

"What did she mean by 'we almost 'did'?" she asks, looking up at me.

"When we were together, it was a while ago, Selena and I had been caught up in the moment and it almost happened," I say, honesty time. "Thankfully, I had come to my senses and stopped before anything I'd regret happened. I told myself to save my purity for someone that I want to give it to."

I lift my eyebrows, trying to give her the hint. She was thinking really hard and when she got it, her cheeks flushed with colour. I chuckle and wrap my arms around her. She was warm against me.

"Not anytime soon, sweetheart," I whisper. "Too early and not the right time."

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"I mean, I want it to be special and not just to get it over with," I say. "The timing can't just be tomorrow night or anything. Has to be a special time. Call me sentimental."

She blushes again and burrows her face in my shirt. I hold her tight and an idea pops up in my mind.

"What if I were to go to formal with you?"

She looks up, her eyes bright with excitement. "Would you?"

"Yeah. It would be a proper date," I say, smiling at her.

"A date," she repeats.