Take Me 2

Chapter [39]

The songs for this chapter are:

-Perfect: Selena Gomez

-Volcano: U2

-What a Feeling: One Direction

He dances with all evil and she suffers the pain. He holds all power, while see merely tries. There are demons in both; but when his come alive, he welcomes the devil and a part of her dies.

Justin is calling to me. After all this time, he is calling to me; and I will come running no matter what. Even if he were to gun me down.

In ways, he already has. He has beaten me to nothing and left before admiring his masterpiece. I was as if a stolen painting he so desired, but then was left when realized how irrational it was to fight for it. There was a demand that never faded; will never die, but is buried in the depths of each of our hearts and I am certain it will always pull us back to each other.

Come back to me, open your arms, welcome my embrace. Kiss my lips, kiss my face, make me feel wanted, make me feel needed. Hold me to your chest where I can feel your heart beating, love me forever, love me today, make my soul soar and don't walk away.

I hold the small piece of paper in my hand, slowly, continuously reading over what Justin has written. The more I stare at it, the more confused I become. Why would he send me this? Does he want me to come?

Is it all a trap?

No, Justin wouldn't do anything to hurt me... again. Would he?

I can hear voice downstairs, the sound coming through my closed bedroom door, but like all the other times I don't jump into my bed to cover my ears with a pillow. In fact I make no move to shield myself from the people downstairs who wouldn't care if I walked right out in front of them. The only reason my mother yells at me, or continuously is in my face is because she wants to seem like the perfect mother; she is not.

She is not Pattie.

And she is not me.

It's funny, really, that the one woman in my life who I used to place in the clouds above my head, I can't even look at and wonder on this earth we came to be mother and daughter. When I look at her, I don't feel loved. I don't feel protected or nurtured. I feel cold and neglected, and hurt when she touches Brian more than she touches me.

My mother told me once, she wished I wasn't born, that my existence ruined her. She made a mistake when she was young, and I have to pay the price.

I am tired of everyone always picking sides and trying their hardest to be right when everyone knows they are wrong. People are fake and rude and no pure soul exists because hate rules them all.

She remembers the way his fingers felt on her body. Touching her neck, shoulders, back, stomach, thighs and every single place that made her body ignite and sing with joy. They were two bodies, molded together to form one when he made love to her. There were times when she would feel him become so invested into her, he would disappear for a moment, his demons completely forgotten; but just like in every story, it didn't last long, and Romeo lost the light as quickly as he reached it.

Every word I wrote for Justin, about Justin and to Justin, is gone. They left me quickly through the burning small flames of Dylan's lighter.

No one cared to notice what had happened when he burned my all all to nothing. Or maybe they smelt the fire, and turned their heads but never acted on it? Why is that? Why did they not care enough to help?

It escapes me. I don't understand, and I'm afraid I never will.

But in those moments, after Dylan hit me, and the ground surfaced against my cheek. Did I think of someone in particular. Someone who made me pray he would never be like this.