UNEXPECTED ROMANCE- A Justin Bieber and Nicki Minaj Love Story

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Justin's POV

Is she serious? Like an apology is going to make my heartache go away. Going to make everything go away. The things she said to me the other night. The way she told me. The way she smirked, and snickered with her 'boyfriend'. The way her words flew out like venom, poisining my body. The way she laughed at me.

She told me she played me. She told me she only wanted one thing. She said the surprises and the dates I took her on were shit. She told me she didn't love me back. She told me I was a fag. She told me she's NEVER loved me. She told me a lot things. The thing that hurts the most is that I was played. I was fooled. I was mocked. I was a laughing stock. I was her victim.

I never thought she'd be like that. I never thought be do something like that. She just seemed to sweet. I felt like she cared about me. She listened to me. I told her personal things about how I can feel depressed. How I can feel stressed. How I can break at any point.

She was my breaking point...

What she did was nasty. Spiteful. Disgusting. Sick. Horrible.

I feel that no girl is ever gonna want me for me, now. The boy who likes to spoil girls. Make them feel like the only girl in the world. Make them feel like a princess. Like a queen. Make them feel loved. Make them feel special, and spoiled. Make them happy, make them laugh.

But now...I feel as though girls will want me because I'm 'Justin Bieber, one of the world biggest popstars...Worth over 60 million'. Maybe they'll just want me for sex. For my money. For my looks. For fame.

You don't know who to trust anymore...

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Nicki barging in my house.

I began to grow angry.

"Get. Out." I hissed, trying to not raise my voice.

"No...Not unless you let me explain..." she replied, sitting on my sofa in front of me, making herself comfortable.

"I said, get the fuck out of my house. I don't want you!" I screamed, picking up the glass of water and throwing it at the wall as it smashed all over.

What's happening to me?

"Look what you've done to me? Take a fucking look what you've done to me, Nicki!" I screamed in her face, as I placed a finger on my chest.

She broke down into tears, as she covered her face with her hands.

"I know, I know, Justin, I know! And I'm-I'm so, so sorry! Please let me explain," she sobbed, as she tried to catch her breath.

"And why should I? You've practically killed me. I feel a-alone," my voice cracked. "You made me c-complete. I could talk to you -about all my fucking problems, and I felt at rest! I thought there was someone caring about me f-for once! You fucking hurt me!" I broke down, there and then, right in front of her.

I turned away from her, and placed my hands behind my head, taking deep breaths.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered.

I grew angry again.

"Is that all you can say huh? Is it?" My voice began to raise, echoing around the huge house.

She shook her head.

"I know I hurt you," she cried.

"Yeah...So you should know!" I screamed, turning to face her again, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"I told you there was this person hurting me...Avoiding my questions...Changing the subjects...That person was you...I never told you though! I surprised you all the time...I did everything for you. All I wanted to do was make you smile. Make you happy. Make you feel loved. Make you feel special, because every girl deserves that, and that was something you never had! I wanted to give it to you! The dates wasn't about the money...I didn't care about that...I wanted you to be happy..."

"And you did make me happy, Justin! The happiest I've ever been! I just..."

"You just what? Wanted to fuck me? Did I not mean a thing to you? Are you forgetting that you kissed me first? That very first time...You tried taking my fucking clothes off of me in a dressing room...How fucking disgusting! You just wanted my fucking dick! And when you want to have sex with me, you whisper against my lips, and say; 'I want you', I've got you figured out now, Nicki! Therefore, I want you out of my house...NOW!"

My anger was building up, again. I want her out.

"Just fucking listen to me, Justin!" She all of a sudden spat.

"Listen to you? What is there to listen to? Huh? Couldn't you see I was madly in love with you?" My voice was softer, so was my stare.

"It's to protect you. I didn't mean what I said. That night, I went home and cried...It was-"

"David..."I finished for her.

She looked at the floor and nodded her head.

"He told me that if we carry on, he'll report you to the police. You know...Because you 'beat him up'. He said he won't go to the police if I get back with him. He told me that he wanted me to tell you I played you. He wanted you to hate me so we could never be together...I'm sorry...You've made me feel like a fucking prostitute, or some sex maniac! I feel disgusting. Justin, we wasn't about sex. I liked you. I just wanted to spend time with you. You made me happy, feel special, and everything..." She whispered.

What. A. Complete. Twat. I. Am.

"I-I-I'm so sorry! I just thought...Well...I thought that you really hated me...I thought that-"

"Shut up, and hug me!"

Within a second, my arms wrapped around her tightly.

She inhaled my scent from my naked chest, as she snuggled her face into it.

"Maybe we should just be friends..." I mumbled, hoping she'd say no. I want to call her mine, but it's highly impossible.

"I agree," she weakly smiled.

"Please stay away from David. He can call the police. But I can get bailed out. Besides, he so stupid...It was self defence. He hit me first remember? He hit you in the past, and-"

"He raped me..." She blurted out.

My eyes widened, as I almost choked on my saliva in my mouth.

"He what?" My mouth gaped open, my fist clenched to my sides.

He raped her...

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