Save Me

Chapter Eight

Justin walked out his room handing me a pair of sweats and one of his shirts. "Um.." I looked at the clothes confused.

"Just change." He said pouring some alcohol into a cup. I put the clothes in front of him. He looked at.

"I'm not your puppet you don't control me. Now I would prefer if you took me back to my hotel. At least I feel safe there." I said crossing my arms across my chest. He sighed stepping in front of me. I took a small step back swallowing. Justin just stood there staring at me. I just stared back. He crossed his arms across his chest licking his lips smiling.

"You're feisty." He chuckled. My eyes widened. "E-Excuse me?" I scoffed leaning my back against the wall.

"You're different. And I like it. I'd I would've offered a night at my place to any girl they would agree instantly but you.. You denied it. Why?" He asked amazed. I bit my cheek running my hand through my hair. In all honesty I would've agreed. I would so agree to staying the night with Justin.

"I just don't know you that well to stay the night." I softly said looking up at him. He hummed sipping his drink. He makes this so awkward with his silentness and weird way of speaking. Why can't he just be normal?

"Here's a question.. You've trusted me enough to help for what happened with your step father. Right?" He asked. I nodded shaking off the memories. "But you don't trust me enough to just spend one night here. Why is that?" He continued sipping gulping down all his drink smiling. I put my hands behind my back picking at them. I started biting the skin on my inner cheek as Justin stared at me.

"I don't know why. Okay? Just please stop staring at me like that." I muttered looking down. Justin was in front of me lifting up my chin slowly. His hazel eyes staring into my green ones.

"Does the way I act towards you.. Does it scare you?" He whispered in a deep voice. I slowly shook my head "no."

"It should be.. I'm not good." He whispered slowly caressing my cheek. My heart started to race. I breathed slowly. "You helped me. And.. Still are helping me.. How can you not be good?" I muttered looking deeper into his eyes. He looked away letting my chin go.

"I'm just not.. You still wanna go to your hotel?" He asked putting his cup in the sink. There's something about Justin. It's so mysterious. He changes his moods quickly. He acts dark than he's all happy.

"I guess I'll stay." I blurted out. Justin smiled softly. I smiled a little too. I guess me staying is giving him company and a tiny bit of happiness.i grabbed the clothes Justin gave me and went to the bathroom and changed. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair. I breathed out slowly.

When I walked out Justin instantly out his finger over my mouth.

"Stay quiet." He whispered. I started freaking out. I looked down and saw Justin with a gun. Holy shit! I pushed him out the way running towards the door. He chased me tackling me to the ground. "Get off of me!" I yelled.

"Now you've done it.." He groaned standing up shoving me behind him looking over the couch. I looked over seeing two masked men going through Justin's stuff.

Holy Fuckery.