I am yours. {#Wattys2016}

58.

The drive was a combination of swerving and Mitch shouting directions at me. We needed to get there before we encountered Justin. He wasn't a thing I wanted to deal with. He wasn't a thing I wanted Mitch to deal with.

We finally got there. No vehicle that I assumed was Justin's was there. We were in the clear. Mitch unlocked the door and slowly opened the door. "Get everything as quick as you can" I instructed. I followed him up the stairs to the a room that all his stuff was in. As he opened the door, we realised that we weren't in the clear. Justin was right there. We both stood there in shock as he looked at us.

"Mitch." He said his name in a near-sinister tone. He then looked at me and smirked maliciously. "Avi. What a pleasant surprise." His words made me sick. I wanted to throw up right there and then.

"Mitch, go pack your things" I instructed, completely dismissing Justin.

"Where is he going?" Justin asked. I ignored. Mitch was frantically packing all his clothes into a suitcase. Justin stood up. "Where is he going?" He repeated more sternly. I rolled my eyes and continued to ignore.

Mitch packed everything so quickly and practically ran out of there with two huge suitcases. Justin chased after him but I grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt, hindering him from getting to Mitch. "The fuck do you think you're doing?" He asked me as he tried to fight himself put of my grip.

"You've gone weaker, haven't you?" I asked as I slammed him into the nearest wall. He seemed so shocked by my action. I was shocked. "How does it feel to be on the other side?" He tried to break free but it didn't work. "To be overpowered by someone..." I put down more force. "Stronger than you" He looked so scared. Just like I did. "Remember those years Justin. When you overpowered me?" He just had frightened eyes. "Answer me" I spoke in a calm yet aggressive tone. He nodded frantically. "Why did you do it?" I asked.

"I-I don't know" He stuttered.

"You ruined my life and you can't even tell me why?" I responded.

"I'm sorry?" He replied and I punched him. It felt good.

"Did you actually love me?" I asked. I needed to know. All those poems. All those dates. Did they mean anything to him?

"Yes. I don't just write poems for anyone. Everything I did was because I loved you..." He answered. "My dove" The nickname. That nickname. So beautiful at the time. Now, sounded like a lie, like the devil uttered those words. I could feel a tear run down my face.

I turned away and wiped it off my face. Almost instantly, I punched him again. "Don't fucking call me that. If you come for Mitch, I will personally deal with you. Do you understand?" His eyes flittered around, avoid me. I pushed him against the wall again, installing fear in him. "Justin Shane, do you understand?" I tried to be as intimidating as I could be. He nodded. "Good." I walked out of the house and into the car. We began driving back to my house.

One of my biggest evils, now defeated. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt like I could move on with my life now that he was no longer going to be there tormenting me.

Life was going to be smoother.