Bates Motel: Justin Bieber

Chapter 26

I want to personally thank @certainlynotapoptart for her idea she gave me that I incorporated into this chapter!

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    Violet left Justin alone that night. She told her mom she'd be home tomorrow, even though she knew she'd be pretty angry with her for last minute plans. She spent a lot of time thinking about what Justin had said; if he really meant it and all. He probably didn't, but it still didn't justify that what he said had actually hurt her. Even though she's built up this temporary wall that blocked out some of the shitty things Justin had said, it'd only hold up for so long until his words became like bullets and pierced through her . . . so basically right now.

She wouldn't cry tonight though. It wasn't worth it. Trying to get through to him was literally like talking to a brick wall. A stupid fucking brick wall. No tears, but there were moments where she wanted to wake his ass up and haul him across the room, giving him a taste of his own hurtful words.

In the morning was a different story. He woke up, walked into the living room while rubbing his eyes, looking like an adorable baby. "Hey," he whispered. There was no response from Violet, of course.

"Can we talk?"

"No, I think you should take me home," she mumbled into the pillow, not moving a muscle.

"Really?" He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. "Because it doesn't sound like you wanna go home yet." He didn't want her mad at him anymore, it sucked. He didn't like sleeping alone, and he didn't like the distance between them when they fought. "Please just say something, Violet. I wanna talk this out at least. I don't want you to go home sad."

She sat up rolling her eyes and brushed her hair back with her fingers. "What is there to talk about, Justin? You pissed me off to the point where I've actually given up on trying to work this relationship out with you."

His heart dropped fifty feet down to hell's interior. He didn't like the sound of that. "Well, that's what I'm here for. It takes two to fucking tango, and when you're not there to pick the pieces up, I am. I'm the one trying to work this out now. Don't you understand that?"

"Of course I do."

"All we've been through means nothing to you? So little that you just wanna not work things out and go on with our lives? I didn't make you my girlfriend for us to break up a few months later, Violet. I don't fucking do relationships and you knew that, but if I'm in one with you, I might as well continue on my merry fucking way. There's no point to break up."

Violet swam in his words, almost drowned, but she didn't. She felt overwhelmed with all that he was saying because all of it was true. Of course everything they've been through mattered to her. But there were parts he was missing. Parts where she had a say in the relationship and that she had reasons why it wasn't such a great idea to stay together.

She gave Justin a comforting, but sad smile before crossing her legs together on the couch. She didn't know why she was sad though. Her stubborn fuck of a boyfriend was actually trying to work things out with her, when all the times before, it was the opposite; she should be relieved that he's actually showing that he cares. She grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers. "I don't think it's a good idea for us to be together any longer, Justin . . ."

He looked up to her with the most devastating eyes and she felt a tear fall from her eye. "But you think it's pointless for us to break up and I agree. If there is anything more important to me in the world besides you, I don't wanna see it. And I'd hate to lose you." Justin remained silent and just stared at her, taking in all she had said. It came to a point where Violet laughed to break the silence, "I feel like we should kiss now."