Nurture. (A Justin Bieber's FanFic)

13; Free.

Justin's POV

"Well, talk" says Isabelle waiting for me to talk. I take a deep breath "Yesterday, when you were drunk.. what do you remember?" I ask, she hums and shakes her head "Nothing, at all" she says, "Why?" she asks, "Well- I got you to my bed" I say awkwardly, she nods for me to continue.

"And I saw the-" I pointed at her body and made a circle meaning the bruises but she frowns "What? You saw what?" she asks, "the things" I say awkwardly, she looks at her body and looks at me, she opens her mouth to say something but she closes it and raises her eyebrows "The bruises?" she asks, I nod. "You've seen them before" she says, "the ones on your thighs, inner thighs to say exactly" I say, she opens her mouth and closes it.

she stares at me for a moment but then she breaks the eye contact and looks on the floor. she bites her lower lip. "How did you exactly see them?" she asks quietly, I gulp "Well, I checked your body?" it came out more like a question, she widens her eyes and I widen them as well.

"Not in that way! I swear, not in that way! I checked the bruises, cuts and all of that" I say as I put my hands up in defense. "It wasn't in my place to actually check them, I know. and I'm sorry" I say, she stays silent and nods. "Well, say something!" I say, she looks at me for a brief moment but turns her head to the floor. "Isabelle"

she gets up "I'm going home" she says clearly and turns her back to me, I catch her arm before she leaves my room. "Wait, Isabelle. I'm sorry, I know it wasn't in my place to do that. I know you don't-" she cuts me off "I trusted you" she whispers, "I do remember something last night" she says.

"I was sober last night because I felt someone touching me, and let me tell you this. your touches were so wrong" she says, "I thought I was dreaming" she says and shakes her head. "You're just like him" I widen my eyes. "how can you say that Isabelle? I didn't touch you in any wrong way" I say more like scream.

"Well, explain to me why the hell your hands were on my thigh and especially inner thigh. I remember that part clearly because that's how Tom always starts it all" she screams, I'm taken back and now I realize that I really did touch her like that and I haven't thought of it in that way.

"I just wanted to-" I shut my mouth, checking her bruises and bites not an excuse. she looks on the floor and turns around leaving, "Wait Isabelle" I say not wanting her to think of me in that way.

She keeps moving, I catch her arm again gently and stop her making her look at me. "I did touch you in those places, but I wasn't really thinking in any dirty way, I was thinking of how can he do that" I say and bite my lower lip, she looks on the floor.

"And if I wanted to touch you in any way, I had lots of chances but I didn't do it. because I'm not like that, I'm not a rapist for fucks sake. I respect girls and their bodies" I outcry, she meets my eyes and nods.

"Okay" she whispers and takes a step backwards. "Can I go back to my home now?" she asks completing ignoring me, "They're completing your room, so I'll go" I say, she shakes her head "This time, I'll go. It's fine" she says and turns around, she walks towards the front door and turns around. "Please don't follow me" she says, I open my mouth "Do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you" she whispers, "I swear I don't. I just can't be around you right now" she whispers and with that, she closes the door leaving me standing.

Isabelle's POV

I sit on the couch hugging my body in my house. I don't know what to think anymore. my head hurts like a bitch and that Justin confession made it worse.

I'm not mad at him, I know Justin very well. I know his intentions but a person like me, who's been a lot can't handle this in a positive way.

I remember how my heart started beating last night, these touches brought millions of memories back, awful memories that I cannot forget.