MAD

18

Written 5/19/16
Zaida POV
"Are you awake?" Justin whispers.

"If I was awake you wouldn't need to ask me." I grumble into the pillow.

"Don't be rude, it was just a question. Are you getting up now?"

"No."

"How come?"

"Because I'm tired Justin." I sit up and look at him.

"Don't sass me. I told you about losing the attitude, it's not cute." I roll my eyes. "More attitude? Zaida I thought you were smarter than that." Uh oh.

"I am, I'm sorry. I'll drop the attitude." I say as clearly as my morning grogginess will allow.

"That's two strikes Zaida, one more time and I'll make you do something you really don't want to do." He smirks before running to downstairs. "Oh and I have some work to do today. I have to go into the office. Don't do anything I wouldn't allow you to do, I'll be back around 9. I love you." I hear the door slam.

Well I guess I'm alone all day.

I know for a fact now that Justin doesn't have security cameras set up anywhere, might as well take advantage of that and snoop. After eating and changing clothes, I start for Justin's closet. I look through all of his drawers and in the very back I get lucky and find a laptop labeled "Personal", which means he probably has a work laptop and he's labeled them so he doesn't creep on the wrong one. I open it up and as I expected it's password protected. Think, think, think...my name! I type in "Zaida" and it's incorrect. I try about a billion other possible passwords including my name until I think like Justin and type in"Zaidabieber" I'm not surprised when it's a match. I look at his photo album first and again I'm not at all phased by the fact that there's a photo album dedicated to pictures of me. I scroll some more and find an album labeled "Work" I though this was his home computer? My curiosity gets the best of me and I open the folder. I almost throw up when a video of Justin dismembering a women alive pops up. The worst part is the expression on his face; pure delight. It sickens me but I continue to scroll through the media in the file. So many people being skinned or beaten to death, not just women there's men too. I just start crying when I see Justin shoot a man and throw his body to the side like it was nothing, like he was nothing. It reminds me of my dad.

How could Justin do this? Not wanting to watch anymore I shut it off and log out putting it EXACTLY as I found it. I even wiped it clean, being sure not leave any finger prints.

I mess around until about 8, when I decide to take a bubble bath in the big bathtub of Justin and I's now shared room. I lit the lavender scented candles and placed them around the bath, lavender is supposed to help relieve stress and god knows I need as much of that as I can get. I turn down the lights and turn on some R&B and rap. I slip off my robe and slide into the warm water, leaning back and inhaling the delicious aroma. I soak and think for awhile before I hear Justin get inside.

"Zaida! I'm home! Where are you?!" I turn my music up louder and pretend not hear him.

Justin loudly stomps up the stairs screaming my name, I slip my head under the water to avoid the noise. I close my eyes and I can feel the vibrations coming from the music and the sound of him yelling and running around frantically trying to find me. The water feels so warm and nice, like a huge fuzzy blanket wrapping around me. The water shakes and I can feel it. By the time he reaches the bathroom, I'm fast asleep.

Justin POV
I break the bathroom door down, angry as hell ready to give her punishment for locking the door, but she's not in there all I see is bubbles. I look closer and she's completley submerged in it and not moving. Without a second thought I jump in, suit and all trying to pull the girl I love so dearly from the possible underwater death sentence. I pull her out and wrap her growing cold body in a towel, I pump her chest and preform CPR on her, hoping she'll wake up and burst with life. I need her to keep the color alive in my world, because with out her I live in a never ending gray.