Recovery -Justin Bieber/SIO sequel-

Chapter 21: Home

Kennedy King: 

Im way beyond pissed.

I couldn't believe that either of them would do this. I made it clear to Justin that I didn't want to move in with him yet and there he goes, going behind my back with my sister and finding a way to get me to move out without my consent. Yes, I realize I said a few things when I was drunk, but that's the thing. I was drunk. I was in no right condition to make a decision like that and if he thinks he can use that against me as some sort of way to say I agreed to actually move in with him I will throw a fit.

The reason I'm making such a big deal about this is because I'm not ready to move in with Justin. I don't want to take such a big step in our relationship for it somehow hit me back in the face in the end.

I also liked living on my own. I liked having my own space. Sure, Justin isn't always home all the time with the amount he travels and works, but his house is way too big for one person. Sure, he might like it, but I find myself getting lonely in such a big space whereas in my own apartment, I'm more comfortable. The space is small and cozy and it doesn't feel so empty when I'm on my own. 

And living with someone also leads to compromise. Justin and I are still working on that. 

My hands were clenching the steering wheel. I was so upset with Justin and my sister. I still can't believe they'd do this. I wonder who's idea it was. Even though m sister claims to have changed, this is totally something the old Ashley King would suggest.

Then again, Justin's been on my back to move in with him for so long, I wouldn't be surprised if his last resort was to somehow trick me into it.

When I reach to his house I'm stomping up his steps and banging on his door. A few minutes later, the door opens and I see a very sleepy looking Justin.

He sends a lazy smile my way, "Hey-"

"What the hell were you thinking?!" I suddenly yell, getting straight to the point. Justin purses his lips and let's me into his house.

"Kennedy..." He sighs and I shake my head. He obviously knows that he's been caught and that I am not happy about it.

"No Justin! I don't understand why it bothers you so much that I don't want to move in with you! What is so wrong with us not living together? Do I need to be under your watch 24/7 or something? Do you not trust me or something? Tell me what this is about!" 

I honestly don't know why it bugs him so much. Hating the small space I live in isn't a good excuse. 

"Kennedy!" Justin shouts, shutting me up. "I-" He sighs, tugging on his hair.

"I just wanted for us to be together. Live together. Why on earth would you think that I don't trust you?!"

"I don't know! That's why i'm asking you why the hell you're so insistent on me living with you!" I shout back.

"Because it's gets lonely!" Justin suddenly yells every loudly.

Silence. 

"W-what?" 

Justin huffs, looking away. It's dead silent inside the house and I'm not to sure if I should speak up again.

"Look, back when Ashley and I were together, she lived her. This is a big house and sometimes I feel alone. I've cut back on parties and doing big events in here because I know that it would usually cause trouble,"

"You never want to be around me when you're studying and I know i'm out late at the studio or traveling, but at least it keeps me away from home," He says, looking up to meet my eyes. "And home isn't 'home' without you." 

My breath hitches in my throat. "I-" I stutter out, but I close my mouth. I'm angry with him, yes, but at the same time I don't really know how to feel. There's anger, but there's something else there too. My voice is shaky as I speak. "Going behind my back with my sister to get me to move in with you wasn't the way to do it..." 

A look of regret appears on Justin's face. "I know and I'm sorry-" 

"Sorry isn't going to cut it, Justin. If you really felt that way from the start you should have just told me. I know it you might feel like I'm overreacting, but you don't understand what it likes to come home after an amazing weekend with your boyfriend to find out that he went behind your back and moved everything out of your apartment based off some drunk 'consent'. You had this planned for awhile, and I know it." 

Justin stays quiet.

"Where are my things?" I finally ask.

"I moved everything in here for you. I even set up one of the spare rooms for you just in case you didn't want to sleep in my room after you, um, found out." He scratches the back of his neck.

"Honestly, I think we need a breather. We've been on edge recently and I don't think it's good idea if I spend the night here," I know Justin is going to object, but I don't want him to.

He opens his mouth, ready to do so, but I speak up again before he does. "I'm going to leave right now. I don't know where I'll go yet since someone found a way to get me homeless. I'll probably be at my dad's place or Austin's. Maybe even at Rosaline's house," I say. I probably would only go to my mother's place if it was my last resort. Sure, we're on better terms now, but not the absolute best. And I do realize that I might be throwing it into Justin's face about what he did, but I couldn't help it. I was frustrated and honestly too tired to care.

"I'm leaving now," I say, turning to walk away from him, but Justin is quick to stop me. I feel like we've done this a million times now. Me trying to leave and him always stopping me. When will this just end? I want to get past the part with all our issues. 

Sometimes I really do miss that stage where everything was fine at the beginning of our relationship. You know, where I wasn't pretending to be my sister, but right after when I thought I had my life somewhat figured out.

 "Stay here," Justin quickly says, forcing me to look at him in the eyes. "What? No, i'm not-" He interrupts me this time. "Just stay here! I'll leave. You get the house to yourself. I'll probably crash at one of  the apartments or go to the studio. Yeah, I'll be at the studio and you won't even have to worry about me," He rambles. 

"Just please," He pleads, his soft brown eyes staring me down. "Don't make me spend another night here on my own." 

I can feel his minty breath fanning my face from our close proximity. It really seems like he doesn't want to be here on his own. I don't understand why we can't just leave together. He can stay at one of his many apartments and I can to my dad's. I don't understand why I need to stay here. But I decide not to question him. 

"Okay..." I whisper. 

Justin let's go of my arm and makes his way to the door without looking back. My heart aches and for some reason I don't see him as leaving the house, but more as if he's walking out on us. But that's how it always is, isn't? One of us is always walking out upset or angry. 

When the door closes behind him, I'm left standing there on my own. I feel my phone buzz in my pocket and I reach back to get it.

It's a text... from Ashley, my sister.

From Ashley King: 

Hope you liked the surprised sis! Xx

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A/N:

Okay so now we are kind getting somewhere aha

-Diana