MAD

10

Written 4/14/16

Justin POV
Today is the day.

Zaida POV
I meant every word I said yesterday. I'm so very mad at him speak of the devil.

"Zaida..can..can I please come in?" Justin says in a small sad voice.

"No I'm tired of seeing your stupid ass masks it makes me want to bash your face in even more." I'm starting to get fired up again, take deep breathes Zaida.

"Well that's what I wanted to talk about. Meet me at the fountain at 8 p.m." I grunt and ignore him. "Please, I'm on my knees begging you behind the door."

"Fine, now fuck off." I'm really not in the mood.

"One more thing..can you please wear the blue dress I have for you in the closet?" I wonder why.

"I guess so." I can still hear him behind the door. "You can leave now." With that he runs off.

Justin POV
I'm so nervous, what if she thinks I'm ugly? I don't know what to wear this is a big moment.

I finally decide to wear my sharpest suit and my best mask. She'll be taking the mask off so might as well get one last use out of it.

It seems as if 8 p.m. Has rolled around quickly, I walk down and see Zaida at the fountain. We ate dinner separately because she's still extremely pissed at me, but it's okay because we're together now.

"Let's get this over with so I can finish binge watching Bob's Burger's." She snaps. I stand there for awhile (unintentionally) just staring at how beautiful she is, an absolute goddess. "If you're going to waste my time, I don't need to be here." She tries to get up and leave but I sit her back down, gently.

"It's not a waste of time I promise you." I eagerly assure so she doesn't leave.

"Fine. Then what's this all about, if you're going to propose it's a hell no." Ouch.

"I want you to take my mask off." Her eyes practically bug out of her head.

"You're serious?" I nod frantically. "What if *she pauses* What if.. I don't want to?" Wait what?

"Why wouldn't you want to? I thought that's what you wanted?" I'm so confused.

"Well I thought about it and I decided it's better not to see you." She doesn't sound so mad anymore.

"Why?" It's official I don't understand girls.

"I have my reasons. Can I go now?" She whispers, there's clearly a reason and it's a deep one with more to it.

"I want to do this. I'm tired of wearing masks all the time, my face is hot and itchy." I chuckle.

"Then you take it off, for you." Rodger that.

"Fine." I begin to untie the ribbon on the bottom of it, this particular mask covers my entire head, not just my face. I slowly begin to slide it off and Zaida has her turned around completely and won't even look at me.

"There. I took it off. Please look at me."

"I can't." I hear a small sob escape her mouth.

"Well I won't make you. When you want to talk to me and look at me I'll be there. I'll be in my room." I can't help but also let a small sob escape my lips as I toss the mask to the ground and walk into the house. I think she hates me as much as I hate me.

Zaida POV
I can't bare to look at him. I'm going to sleep.

~3 Days later~
Justin POV
I haven't talked to Zaida in 3 days, I had the butler bring her up her food. It's probably time I go up there.

I stand in front of her door, I don't know if I can do it. I'll just slowly go inside, I won't even ask, I can't take anymore rejection.

When I walk in and my beautiful angel is asleep on the bed. I can't help but lay next to her and hold her in my arms. She's going to be pissed when she wakes up but it's worth it.

Zaida POV
I'm scared to open my eyes, I don't want to see his face. So I keep my eyes closed and quietly get off the bed and head towards the living room. I think I'm successful until In halfway down the hall.

"Zaida. Please talk to me. This is abuse." I can tell he's crying.

"No abuse is what you did to him and all the other girls." I can't turn around and look at him so I don't know what he's doing.

"You're right, but that's physical abuse, you're torturing me mentally." I don't ever want to look at him.

"That's what you've done to me, so tell me how does it taste?" He's so selfish.

"Bad. I hate it and I'm sorry. I don't mean to! I knew you'd never go for me so I took you forcefully. I'm sorry, I truly am but I need you! Please, please, please, please." He whisper cries please over and over again until he starts sobbing loudly, screaming for me.

"Stop crying!" I can't take anymore of this.

"Okay Zaida." He whispers and tries horribly to suppress his sobs.

I leave him there, sobbing he's eyes out.

I've been out at the garden for awhile now so I think it's safe to go back to my room. I'm so tired.

I just plop in my bed and go to sleep.

Justin POV
I am not a tough guy. I'm a big baby. I bet she hates me even more for being such a big cry baby. I don't know what she's done to me. I am no longer strong and dominant I'm more sensitive than a baby I hate it. I love her so much though and I rather be a big baby my whole life than to live a day without her.

~Next Day~
Zaida POV
Justin is knocking at my and I want to pretend I'm asleep. It doesn't work because I can hear him kick the locked door down. Even with my back to him I can tell he's fuming.

"Look at me." Is all he says before jumping on my bed next to me. I keep my eyes shut. "Open your eyes right now Zaida."

"Justin, I can't. Just let me be." I start breathing heavily and he pulls me into his chest tightly.

"It's okay. I love you. Do it when you're ready." He coos in my ear. Bipolar much?

"I don't know if I will ever be ready." I bluntly state, making sure not to open my eyes.

He kisses my forehead and my cheeks, I cringe internally because I don't want to hurt his feelings and hear his crybaby ass cry. Keep my eyes closed and my head in his chest I reach up and inspect his face with my hand.

"What are you doing?" Justin giggles, I like that sound better than his constant whimpering.

"Getting an image of what you look like." I respond in a duh tone.

"Why don't you just look at me?" There's a small break in his voice, you know what that means.

"I'm just not ready to." I whine. I stop touching his face and just say there silently thinking. I realize I know why I don't want to know what he looks like. It's easy to hate someone in a mask or a costume, but seeing them, themselves, it's harder to.

A/N: Good Lord. What do you think is going to happen next?