Unbroken

Chapter 5; Stay away from me

Juliet’s p.o.v

We pulled into the driveway of my father’s house. I was surprised at how nice it was. I got out of the car and walked inside. Justin and my father carried the stuff inside, behind me.

“Hey! You must be Juliet, Josh’s daughter! It is nice to finally meet you. I have heard great things about you since I meet your father.” A man said with a big smile on his face. He was very nice. I was surprised my father had told him about me. I didn’t think my father ever thought about me…maybe he did.

“Hello.” I said, I was still unsure of who he was.

“My bad, my name is Scooter, but you can call me Scott.” He smiled.

“Nice to meet you Scooter.” I smiled.

“Hey Scott!” My father said and greeted the man. They seemed to be friends.

“Justin!” Scooter said. He gave Justin a hand shake and pulled him into a bear hug.

“Hey man, good to see you.” Justin said smiling.

“So this is my house. You can pick whatever room you want. Tomorrow we will find you your own place.” My father smiled.

“Great. When you say my own place do you mean my own house, apartment or what?” I asked curious by what he meant.

“Whatever you want, I just want you to love it and feel at home in it.” He smiled.

“I have never had my own place before.” I said unsure, of how I felt about it.

“It is nice to having your own place.” Justin said putting my bags down by the stair case.

“Wouldn’t it be lonely?” I asked him.

“Not to me, it’s quite and nobody is there to bother you. That is how I write my music. I have been living on my own for years so I am used to it.” He said walking closer to me.

“If you want you can stay here for a little while. Until you feel comfortable getting your own place.” My father offered.

“No thanks, I better get used to having my own place now.” I said before walking up the stairs.

“I don’t think she is used to you yet.” Scooter whispered to my father. Scooter is right; I am not used to him. I am used to my uncle ,and I miss him. He always understood me. We didn’t talk much but we had a good relationship.

I found myself in a nice bedroom upstairs that had a balcony, a walk-in closet, and a nice bathroom. Growing up I always wanted a walk-in closet, although I had never had enough stuff to put in a walk-in closet. I still thought they were cool.

“This is a nice room.” I turned around to see Justin standing in the door way.

“Yeah, it even has a walk-in closet.” I smiled.

“Cool.” He said. “Is this the room you picked?” He asked.

“Yeah, I like it. It has a nice view too.” I said, gesturing to the balcony.

“I’ll go get your bags.” He said walking out the door. He came back five minutes later carrying all my bags.

“Here you go.” He said placing them on my bed. He was strong; he carried all three of my bags up the stairs without even sweating. 

“Thanks.” I smiled looking at him from head-to-toe. He seemed to get more attractive each time I saw him.

“I know it isn’t my place but your father is trying. I can understand how you must feel because I have been there and I still am. He is trying to do better and make it up to you. Sorry if I offended you.” He spoke sternly. He seemed to care about my current situation.

“I know he is trying. I heard the conversation you both had on the plane. I just never thought I would see my father again…then he showed up and moved me here.” I sighed. "It is just all happening so fast." I looked down at my feet. 

“I bet that is uncomfortable. I just wanted you to know he is trying.”

“I know he is I just don’t know anymore.” I sighed taking a seat on the edge of my bed.

“So you heard the whole conversation?” He asked looking curious.

“Yeah, I can never sleep on planes.” I laughed softly.

“I really thought you were sleeping.” He wandered.

“Sorry.” I said, unsure of what to say

“It’s okay…”

“So why did you go to Cornerstone with my dad?” I asked trying to pick up on the small talk. I still wanted to get to know him more.

“I went to Cornerstone three months ago for rehab. Your dad was there to pick me up.” He said shoving his hands in his pocket.

“Really? Why were you in rehab?” I was shocked, I knew something was going on with him…I just didn’t expect that.

“Drugs and alcohol…I had some issues after my parents tried to contact me for money and shit. I turned to drinking and smoking to take away the pain. Like you, I didn’t have the greatest childhood.” He spoke harshly.

“Oh…”

“At least I am clean now.” He shrugged.

“That’s good.” I smiled softly.

“You think I am a fuck up don’t you…” He rolled his eyes.

“What?” I asked confused at the statement he had made.

“Nothing” He said walking out of the room.

“Justin” I said following him out the door.

“What?” He snapped. Turning around he faced me.

“I don’t think that. I barely even know you.” I said, trying to explain myself.

“Whatever, just do us both a favor and stay away from me.” He spat before walking away.

He was upset and angry. I didn’t think he was a fuck up at all. Did he think that he was? I have felt like that before, and sometimes I still do. I don’t think he is a fuck up, I think he is just hurt like me. I feel bad for him…I hope he stays clean. I hope he doesn’t hate me. He sure was angry about it. Why did he want me to stay away from him? I wasn’t scared of him or his past. In fact if anything he should be afraid of me. My past doesn’t stop with my parents. I have done stupid shit that I somewhat regret. I have been broken and let down. I have been pushed around. I have had my heart broken. I have also been a heart breaker. If anything he should stay the fuck away from me.