the worst guy

chapter 12

i stood up, holding the back of my head. "pretty pathetic to hit a fucking girl." i say.

he just stared at me, he still looked angry and approached me.

"get the fuck away from me." i said, backing away quickly.

"you made a huge mistake coming here." he said, looking at me.

he grabbed me by my arms, his grip was really tight. he could've broken my arms if he wanted to. i winced and tried to get away from his grip but he was too damn strong. this is why we broke up. because of the hitting, yelling, screaming, crying. what made me want to be with him in the first place?

i looked up at him, and as soon as i did, i kicked him in the place where guys don't want to be kicked. he fell to the ground, letting me go, groaning loudly. i walked up to him, looking down at him in disgust.

he looked up at me, smirking. why was he smirking? i looked behind me, donald still wasn't here. he needed to be here.

as soon as i turned back around, justin pushed me hard against the ground. i tumbled down on the ground, flipping multiple times. his house was on a slight hill, so imagine how many times i flipped before stopping.

i eventually stopped, landing close to the edge of the road. my body ached. i wanted to go home. i shouldn't be here.

i really shouldn't be here.

i had a feeling that most parts of my body were bleeding or scratched. i felt something drip from my nose and lip. great, more blood. i felt the back of my head once again, my hair probably covered in blood too. it felt like it stopped a bit. but it still felt very wet.

"don't ever come here again, you dumb bitch!" justin yells from his door, before i hear it shut.

"why is he doing this to me..?" i mumble to myself. i can feel tears forming in my eyes. i wiped them away, hastily standing up to my feet. i felt so dizzy. suddenly, i see car lights, blinding me a bit.

"naomi!" i heard a familiar voice.

before i could even respond, everything went black.

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"naomi, please wake up." i hear that familiar voice again.

i try to open my eyes but i couldn't. it was hard to. i felt like i couldn't move for a moment.  but i could hear.

i could feel someone picking me up, and carrying me somewhere. i groaned as they did, my whole body hurting.

they set me down somewhere, while wincing softly. i finally started to open my eyes. "d-donald?" i say.

"it's me, naomi. it's okay. we're back at the hotel. he bruised you pretty badly." donald said, going to his bathroom cabinets and grabbing some stuff.

i realized we were in the bathroom, and he was right. i had bruises all over my arms and legs. my head was hurting so bad, i could barely think.  he kneeled down in front of me.

"how did you know he did this?" i ask him.

"he's the type of person that would do some shit like this. I could kill him for doing this to you." he tells me, as he gently grabs my arm and puts some rubbing alcohol on the bruises.