Zustin - A new start

6 weeks

Justin's POV:

It's already been 2 months since school started, and it's been two month of fights, two month of make up sex.

I feel like im losing who I am.

"Justin you're not my mother, if I wanna skip a class or a whole fucking day it's up to me. It's my future, not yours so let me fuck it up if I want to." Zayn yells out after I calmly asked him to stop skipping his classes, and start caring about his future.

"I thought I was included in your future." I say, forcing myself not to cry. I don't want him telling me that im overreacting, again.

"I didn't mean it like that Jay and you know it. I just mean that it is in fact my life, and if I feel like I don't wanna go to every fucking class there is then I don't have to. When I do go, I do good. And sometimes that's enough."

"You're not gonna graduate if you don't start taking it seriously Zayn. I get that it's hard, I do but you lay all your focus on soccer and getting high maybe if you just stopped that for a month and tried a little harder in school you would see that it is possible. You need to realize that nothing gets fixed by you getting high instead on focusing on what the actual problem is. And fucking hell Zayn, you've come home wasted and with blood on your clothes 2 times after getting into fights because of some rude comment. It's not normal behavior Zayn, it's too much. You have scars on your face from getting punched, and knuckles that are blue, it's not working Zayn."

"Justin. You are not my fucking parent so stop acting like it. I don't know if it's the fact that you barley had any parents or the fact that the parent you did have didn't fucking love you so now you're trying your best to be one for me, but I on the other hand have parents that are very much alive, and I don't need you to be a third. So stop taking out your trauma about being a fucking orphan or whatever the fuck it's called on me. It's not my fault. I don't know if your dad beat you so hard that your brain stopped functioning or what the fuck is wrong with you that makes you feel like you can control me but give it a fucking break. And you really shouldn't talk about me having a single fucking scar on my face when your back looks like a fucking monsters." Zayn yells out making my heart break into tiny pieces.

"What did you just say?" I ask him, not believing i actually hear him correctly. Zayn looks like he's just seen a ghost, like he's just now realizing what he said to me. He steps closer trying to grab me but I immediately pull away.

"Oh my god Justin I didn't mean that im so fucking sorry I have no idea how those words came out of my mouth." He says as he starts to cry. "I-I fuck, Justin fuck I didn't mean it like that im high and drunk im so fucking sorry baby please im so sorry." He keeps repeating how sorry he is.

"Get out of my house now." I say, but he comes closer again trying to grab my hands.

"Zayn get the fuck out of my house. I swear to God I will call the cops. Get out, get out." I yell as loud as I can as I push him towards the hallway and the door as my tears are running down my face. He tries his best to stay in the house but I am luckily much stronger than him, especially with this anger building up inside of me. I push him out of the door, I throw his shoes and jacket at him, I take the keychain with all his keys on, that he has laying on the hallway furniture and I take off the key that is for my house and I throw them at him. "We're done Zayn, we are so fucking done. Don't you ever fucking come to my house again. Don't you ever talk to me or MY daughter again. I hate you, I really hate you." I say as I shut the door and scream out the loudest I have ever done. I need Noelle home, I need her safety before I break completely.

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New text message to Trisha Malik:

Justin: Hi Trisha I really don't know how to say this in a good way, but me and Zayn broke up. Can you please drive Noelle to my house, Zayn is probably on his way home to you and I can't see him right now. It would mean the world to me.