His Assistant ~Jastin

His Assistant Chapter 3:

Justin's P.O.V:

Running out of his office, I couldn't control the tears that threatened to fall. Tripping on my own feet I weakly made my way to my car. Not even bothering to put on my seatbelt, I left the parking lot pressing on the gas pedal, hard. My vision was blurry as I drove through the empty streets.  I whimpered in agony, making a sharp turn to the right.

Abruptly stopping the car my body flew fowards but I didn't slam into the wheel.  I wouldn't mind it either if I did. Running to the front door it was hard to poke the key through the key hole with trembling fingers.  After minutes of trying, I finally was able to get inside the house as I slammed the door after me.

By now the tears rolled down my cheeks naturally.  Throwing the keys across the room, I ran into the bathroom. Weakly, taking off my jacket I threw it behind me.  Twisting the faucets on, I took off my shoes and socks and went in the shower, not caring that I was in my clothes. Letting the water run down my body I let out a scream in pain.  Pulling my hair harshly, I felt the need to rip my hair apart from my head.

Punching my fist into the shower wall several times, I screamed helplessly in between sobs.  My breathing was heavy, my heart squeezing in between my rib cage.  Salty tears came running down my face. "Ahhhh," it felt like my heart was ripping in two.  Panting, I couldn't breath as my lungs closed upon me.  I punched into the wall with all my strength, seeing red blood ooze down my cut knuckles.  The water washed away the liquid as I slumped forward.

Breathing hardly, my knees became weak as I slid down the wall, my clothes wet and stuck to my body.  My body hitting the bottom of the shower, my hair was stuck to my sweaty forehead.  The water flowed onto my body me, whimpering. I couldn't see, due to my eyes being shut tight. Gripping onto the sides of the shower, yelling my voice echoed through the empty walls.

Isabelle's P.O.V:

I sighed in worry as I waited for Justin to pick up his phone.  Again he didn't answer just like the other nine times. Running a hand through my hair and pulling on the roots, I grabbed my keys, leaving the house and sprinting to my car.  Driving to his house I bit my lip in concern. He would've answered his phone at least once. But he didn't, and it was beginning to get to me.

Gripping on the wheel, I pressed a little harder driving as fast as I can to get to his house. Parking in front of his house, I got out, sighing in relief when I saw his car parked in its garage. Racing up the steps, almost tripping, I rang the door bell, my leg bobbing up and down, uncontrollably. Seeing it was no use after the third ring, I bit my lip and looked through my key chain, finding his and hurriedly opening the door.

Getting in I closed the door behind me walking a little further down the hallway. "Justin, " I called out into the walls waiting a few seconds and taking another step. "Justin," I questioned, my heart thumping. Listing closely I heard water running in the bathroom. Running towards it, I saw the door slightly open. As soon as I heard a quiet whimper and sniff, I shoved the door open.

Wishing I haven't, because the sight I came to face broke my heart and my eyes soften with fresh tears coating them. Justin was sat in the shower his head down, knees pulled up to his chest as he rocked back and forth.  His clothes were soaked in water and his body was shaking.  Water rushed onto his body as he let out heartbreaking cries.

I ran up to him, falling to my knees. Slowly lifting an hand, I placed it on his shoulder.  Water was sprinkling on my body but I honestly didn't give two fucks.  "Justin," I whispered. He didn't reply as I bit my lip, squeezing his shoulder softly.  His body shaking furiously. "Justin please look at me," I said my voice slightly cracking.  I couldn't bare to see my best friend like this.  Broken and helpless. It sent unpleasant shivers down my spine. Slowly looking up to me, his eyes in excruciating pain, he stayed silent staring at me.