Let Her Go (Already Broken Sequel) {J.B.}

Chapter 5

^Picture of Justin^

~Kayla's POV~

It was 3am and I couldn't sleep. I hadn't slept at all for the four hours I've been trying to, but it wasn't until now that I accepted the fact that it probably wasn't going to happen at all.

Pushing myself up from my queen sized bed, it was only then that I remembered where I am. A pit formed inside my stomach and I felt sick knowing I was in the same house as Justin. I rubbed at my face before tying my hair up into a high ponytail. My sweats hung loose on my body so I rolled them around a few times to tighten them, pulling my tank top down when I noticed it had rolled up halfway up my stomach.

The house was quiet when I opened my bedroom door, and I made sure to check that Justin's bedroom door was closed before proceeding downstairs. Being alone with him is the one thing I knew for certain would fuck my mind up. He's been avoiding me all day, in fact, I haven't seen him since he stormed out when he saw me in the living room. I guess its hard for him too, I'll give him that much.. me being here has probably made it that much worse for him, which is a part of the reason I don't understand why Pattie insisted I come.

I made sure I was quiet when I sauntered down the staircase, the small pads of my feet against the hardwood floor being the only sound audible to myself. I didn't know exactly what I was doing or what I needed, but I found myself in the kitchen before too long and couldn't shake the idea of relieving some of my stress.

I searched around in the cabinets until I found a half full bottle of Skyy Vodka. Pouring some in a mug, I downed it in one swig, my face twisting at the sour taste.

I almost dropped the mug to the ground when I heard the front door softly open and close. It couldn't have been anyone but Justin, and I knew that when I saw him I had to act natural or he would take great pleasure knowing I was scared shitless to be face to face with him.

He walked into the kitchen, his eyes landing on me with his jaw clenched. I knew it was awkward for him too; he didn't know what to say just as much as I did. It took a second, but he proceeded with his initial intent and pushed past me to get a glass from the cabinet. I moved out of the way, feeling a rush of adrenaline being this close to him.

A quiet scoff left his lips, a smirk crawling onto his face as he turned around to face me with the bottle of Vodka in his hand.

"You've changed, huh?" he chuckled bitterly, releasing it back to its position on the counter top. "I guess like father like daughter, right Kay?" The standing smirk on his face showed that he knew what he said would push me past the edge, and it did.

I pushed past him, our shoulders colliding as I picked up the bottle and shoved it back into the cabinet, slamming the door shut. I didn't care if I woke anyone up, I honestly hoped I had; anything to take me away from this moment. I didn't want to say anything, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he could so easily hurt me with his words, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get away with a simple step. He didn't pull me back with his hands, but with his words.

"It's okay. I get it, you know?" he took a few steps forward until he was in front of me again. His voice turned soft, but it was far from genuine. "Little drink to take the pain away." His hand ran down my arm, sending shivers up and down my body. Still, I kept my eyes locked hard on his. "It's too bad we never got further than we did when we were dating, huh? I guess I'd have to thank you for running out on me, gave me lots of time to practice for when you got back--"

I slapped his hand away, shoving him back until his body fell against the counter top. "Don't fucking touch me," I stuttered, trying hard to keep myself from crying. I bit hard against my back teeth, my breathing becoming heavy. I couldn't stop my eyes from watering and I couldn't help myself from feeling completely fucking stupid for coming here.