One Day Can Change Everything

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Justin's POV

"It all happened 5 years ago, when I was 14. It was my 14th birthday party and I really wanted my big sister Kaitlyn to come. She went to University of Arizona and I really wanted her to come, she kept on saying no because she was really busy and the only way she could come was if she drove, it usually takes about 9 hours from Arizona to L.A. Even my parents told me to stop begging her to come, but I was stubborn as fuck and I wanted her to come so badly. I hadn't seen her for almost a year! She was supposed to come to L.A at 6pm, it was already 8 and she didn't pick up her phone, we were worried sick.. I told her to come fast and I knew I shouldn't have because she drove really fast and she was a dangerous driver."

She was already in tears. I held her hand as tight as I could.

"A little while later we got a call from the police saying my sister was in an accident. We went to the accident scene and there I saw her lying dead on the cold, hard, road. The police had confiscated some stuff from her car, and I saw a wrapped present. It.. it was for me.. she got me the Justin Bieber perfume that I wanted."

Her voice was shaky and quiet. I felt a tear go down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away.

"After that accident my parents always blamed me for her death. If I never invited her she wouldn't have come and she would still be with us. They started giving me a hard time. Always bringing up the accident. Telling me I'm "worthless", "shouldn't have been born", a "mistake". Every little thing I did they would yell at me, at first I didn't care what they said, it didn't bother me. But two years after, when I turned 16, it started getting to me, I started believing it was my fault she died and even my parents got worse, if I came home late from school, even 10 minutes they would call me so many names. Every small thing I forgot to do ended up me getting yelled at or getting beat. Sometimes my parents would get so mad at me they would just beat me for the heck of it. I started cutting that same year. My parents didn't really care about me after that. I never ate, I would cut every time they said something to me. I would just take a bunch of random pills hoping something would happen to me. At first i would take 5 a day and it killed my stomach, I felt as if my insides were splitting in half. But after a week the pain started going away, as if my body was used to it. I started taking 10 a day, but nothing happened, and by then I finished all the pills so I stopped."

I tried holding her but she wouldn't let me come to close her.

"Mostly when people can't breathe and are struggling for air, they use an inhaler. I use a razor. It's my only escape. The minute that blade cuts my skin, I feel better, I can breathe again. Seeing the blood run down my skin calms me down. Some kids at school found out and they started calling me an attention seeker even though I never told anyone except for my best friend. I was the freak at school. The loser, the outcast. The one no one talked to. The one that always sat alone at lunch. I've tried committing suicide twice."

I couldn't help myself when I heard that. Tears were going down my cheeks. She was going to kill herself for something that wasn't even her fault.

"But both times I stopped because of you. You were my only reason to live. I couldn't die without meeting you. Maybe now I can, now that I've met you."

She laughed a little when she said that, but nothing was funny about that at all. I gave her the tightest hug I could. She was crying again. How could she even think to end her life? She has so much more to look forward to.

"Can I ask you something?" I quietly spoke.

She mumbled something, I took that as a yes and spoke on.

"If your parents were abusing you, why didn't you tell anyone? You could've gotten help."

She pulled away from the hug and looked at me.

"I didn't want help, I was already broken, hurt, sore and tired. I was used to the pain. I didn't want to get better. It was as if this was my life now and no matter what I did nothing could change it. When you told me that my parents agreed on letting me go with you, I was extremely shocked they said yes. Maybe they were just fed up with me. I bet they would've let a kidnapper take me away. It's not like they love me anymore."

She moved away from me, like she was ashamed to look at me or was embarrassed. She didn't deserve any of this, she's been abused and mentally hurt. All of this isn't good for her. I'm going to fix it.

I moved closer to her, pulling her into my arms, she was silent but crying. She needed to let this out, who knows how long she's been torturing herself with her thoughts.

"Hey, shh don't cry, I'm here now, I won't let anyone hurt you anymore." I rubbed her back and tried to comfort her.

"You can't protect me forever, I'm only with you for a week, remember? After that I'm back to my shitty ass life."

"We'll see about that." I smirked a little.

"Okay now forget about all of this, I have a surprise planned for you."

I got up and walked to the closet in the dressing room and pulled out a dress.

"I know you don't really wear stuff without sleeves but I know about it now, so you don't have to hide it from me babe. Here change into this and when your done one my my guys will be outside waiting to take you. Don't ask where just yet. You'll find out." I kissed her cheek and headed out the door. This is gonna be the best surprise ever. I can't wait to see the look on her face.

A/N

This is the third part I've posted tonight and so far no ones read them so I'll post more tomorrow if I get some views and votes.