The Capture

chapter.22 "I don't need your help."

-Justins POV-

I feel like the worst person in the world. Madison and I have been getting into fights for the past week... but this one really was horrible. I cant believe I called her a bitch.  she is nowhere close to being a bitch, she is caring and kind.. she can light up a room just from her presence. I wish I could take it back, but it was already put out there. I thank god for her forgiving me though. I feel bad still about it all, each time I fuck up... she forgives each time. I don't want to mess things up anymore. and what if one day she stops forgiving me.. and she is gone... vanishes from my life. I wouldn't be able to live with myself for that.

I shake the thought from my mind as I hear her light breaths indicating she was asleep. I would do anything to get some sleep right now, but too much guilt and regret is driving through me and is making any chance of sleeping impossible.. I look at her sleeping body before I get up from the bed as quiet as possible. I make my way across the room in silence and exit the bedroom, closing the door softly behind. I walk down the stairs and as expected the guys are in the kitchen pigging out on takeout food. we never really ate home made dinners... since none of us cook.. and since we would rarely have time to even attempt making our own food, takeout was the best option and it sure tastes good.

"hey man, thought you were heading to bed?"

Sean asked curiously in a statement yet question way. I shook my head at him and made my way to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer. maybe it will ease myself for the time being. I sit down on one of the stools around the island table in the center of the kitchen where the guys were sitting at. I pop off the cap to the beer and already I can smell the drinks aroma. I brought the tip of the bottle to my lips and took a good sized gulp of the drink, thinking it would help me... it only just made me realize it was a stupid coping method. I slightly nudge the bottle away from me so it sweeps across the table surface at a good distance. I place my elbows on the table and hold my head in my hands staring blankly at air.

"dude... why you look so down? Madison not fuck you yet."

the guys all joined in a laughter, I snapped my head up glaring at them as if saying 'shut the fuck up.' they immediately stopped and focused on my expression. wow... idiots actually can tell something is up with me? that's a first.

"I think I know what is going on with him..."

David chirped in placing his fork down on his plate. everyone stares at him to continue yet I stare at him deadly hoping it isn't another sex joke of some sort.

"you and Madison got in a fight, didn't you?"

it is like he read my mind. I slowly nodded my head. they all let out fake coughs trying to act surprised.. fucking assholes are no help. I roll my eyes at them and send them a scowl and raise myself from the stool about to leave but David stops me by placing a firm hand on my shoulder keeping me seated.

"ignore them.. they're useless."

David snickered staring at the guys stuffing their faces with food. they didn't even notice what David had said..

"now.. what did you two fight about?"

"just... stuff."

"come on dude, what was the argument over?"

"she wanted to know why we have been going out for hours everyday... like dude I cant tell her. it isn't any of her business. it is my business... the gangs business. nobody else."

"understandable... and did you tell her that?"

"no fucking duh! how you think the argument broke out? she has been asking me for days wanting to know... I said to drop it but she kept going on and I just exploded at her..."