Beauty & A Beat (She Don't Like The Lights Sequel)

Chapter Nine

Jasmine's P.O.V.

I sat in the same position for a quite a while, against Justin's chest. His breathing heavy, matching mine, also the only sound being heard in the room.

We sat in complete silence while I questioned this over. Marie was insane, and there was honestly no doubt in that. However, there were so many questions that I needed answers for.

First off, why would Marie be stupid enough to want to kill producers. If she was by any means, an intelligent individual, she would know that getting away with it would be difficult. Unless, she had it planned out in a clever way.

But even if she did, why would she need Justin? Justin wasn't her only way of getting the producers alone of course. There was something missing in this, and to be honest, either Marie lied to Justin about what would be happening, or Justin had lied to me.

Again.

Now, I didn't want to accuse him of lying, but something just didn't seem to click. I just didn't understand how Justin seemed to fit with her ploy, and why Marie would want to take the lives of producers. If they were murdered, there would be an investigation, and she would be caught.

I stayed glued to the same thoughts for a while until Justin spoke up, breaking the silence that seemed to have lasted forever.

"Jasmine" he simply stated, warily however.

I pulled away from under his arm- although I didn't want to- and sat up straight so I could be at eye level with him. His eyes didn't meet mine. Rather they traced my neck, and arms.

"What?" I questioned, trying to meet his eyes that just continued to wander.

He finally tore his gaze away from my body and brought it straight up to my eyes. I flinched when his cool hand came down to my arm and pulled me forward. He was being careful with me however, like I was a fragile, porcelain doll.

"What happened" he breathed against my face, looking down at my arms, then tracing my neck.

I looked down at my arms, eyes following the path of cuts and bruises upon them. Most of them were healing, or almost gone but you could still tell that there was some sort of abuse inflicted upon my body

Justin felt my skin, being careful as he ran his fingers across the cuts

"Tell me Jasmine"

My mouth remained sealed, not wanting to tell Justin every detail. Knowing him, he'd go absolutely crazy.

"Nothing happened. I don't really want to talk about it anyway"

Half of what I said was true. I really did not want to talk about it. All the abuse wasn't something I wanted to explain. Not something I wanted to be graved into my mind. I'd spent countless days following James demands, only to receive a beating or having him force himself upon me. Ofcourse I never did let him take the forceful kissing too far. But when I did stop him, he'd whip me or use me as a punching bag.

Besides, I'm not one to show vulnerability. I don't let others see that something hurts me, I don't believe that crying about it constantly will change the pain or stop it from happening again.

Yes, it did leave an impact on me. Having someone verbally, physically, and attempt to sexually assault you, almost everyday did drill it's place into your mind. It did evoke thoughts and emotions, but I wasn't letting anyone see me weak. It only brought my guard up higher.

And right now, I sure as hell wasn't letting Justin show me any sympathy. I knew he'd throw the blame upon himself, for getting me involved.

"Jasmine don't fucking lie to me" Justin gritted through his teeth, eyebrows furrowing and fists clenching.