Breathe Me ↦ JB; *hiatus*

III

Song of the Chapter: "Be Alright" by Justin Bieber (you might not think this song goes with this chapter but it went so well when I was writing it ok)
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I snuck back out, walking to the park, not bothering to grab my bike or drive in the dark, which I hated.

I saw Justin sitting in the spot we had sat earlier this afternoon. It was right by the lake, and it gave off a cool breeze since the water was usually freezing. It was a bit windy, but not enough to make it really cold. It was about seventy degrees and it was a summer night in Long Island, making it usual for it to be a bit cold.

I walked over to him, standing right next to where he was sitting. "You told me to meet you here?"

He looked up, solemnity in his eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Are you okay?" I asked, obviously knowing that he wasn't.

"Well," he sighed. "I felt like telling you this because I know you've probably gone through more than anything anyone else I know has. And although I don't know if you've experienced this, I trust that you won't tell anyone."

"Go on." I said, eager to know what he wanted to tell me, and why he had so much trust in me when we'd just met a couple of days ago, and when he had many more friends I'm sure he can confide in rather than me.

"Okay, so," he began. "I walked in my house and I heard yelling coming from the kitchen. My parents usually argue but it's about idiotic things most of the time. And so I went to see why they were arguing, and it was serious. I knew they'd sent my brother and sister to maybe a friend's house, so they wouldn't hear it. They were arguing about how my dad had supposedly had an affair with someone from work, and my mom wanted a divorce and my dad just kept refusing. So he got tired of my mom talking about it and once I walked into the kitchen, he just-"

He was panicking a bit, and I knew it was because he was scared and hadn't believed what happened, because I've been in that state before. Although it was never really because of my parents and they never really knew about it, it happened often and still does. It was usually because of my actual parents, all the stories I'd heard and even though I never knew if they were true or not, I was always afraid they were.

I sat next to him, rubbing his back as he softly cried from the anxiety he was feeling.

"Look, I'm no marriage expert but I'm positive your parents' relationship will be okay. I've seen it with my former foster parents, and it turned out to be okay. Don't worry about it so much. Now, your dad hitting your mom was totally out of proportion. He shouldn't have done that but since you saw it, I'm sure they'll try to fix everything so you'll forget that ever happened. Okay?"

He got his breathing to a normal state, looking at me while nodding. He rubbed his tired eyes, then looked back at me again. "Thank you," he smiled slightly. "I needed that."

"Do you want to go home and see if everything's okay now?" I asked, knowing he'd most likely say no but he actually gave in.

"I'll go home," he stated. "I'm pretty sure your parents wouldn't want me sleeping over at your house for the night."

I chuckled at the joke he made to enlighten the mood. "Alright, let's go."

We walked back in complete silence. It wasn't awkward, it actually felt quite nice knowing somebody was there. Even though Samantha was my bestfriend, she had other friends besides me. I didn't, making me lonely most of the time. She usually was with them and occasionally, I would be too, but only because she was there. It was nice to know I had someone else to rely on when she wasn't there.

We'd both made it to our houses, and I walked in mine after saying goodbye to Justin. I looked at the clock which read 12:32am. Luckily my parents were asleep, or I would've been dead. I walked up the stairs quietly, entering my room without making a single bit of noise.