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What Do You Mean?

Justin's POV

I've been waiting for her to come home for hours now. I usually never get too worried, but this time feels different. I can't shake the feeling that something has happened to her.

I have now entered the early hours of the morning, my eyes drooping but my heart beating faster with every breathe. I decide to head upstairs and wait for her there. I speak no words aloud but the silent thoughts of her whereabouts are deafening.

As I lean against the headboard, my eyelids begin to shut slowly. I jolt back up when I hear the door creak open downstairs.

I start to make my way to the top of the stairs, dragging my feet along the floorboards. I peek around the door frame. I see her sitting at the kitchen counter, her head buried in her arms.

I rush to her side and place my hand gently on her back. She flinches and looks up at me, revealing her tears and smeared makeup.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I ask. "Why are you crying?" I brush a piece of hair out of her face.

"I can't tell you," she replied, sobbing harder.

My mind begins to race. Where did she go? What did she do? Only she has the answers.

"What happened?" I say with a firm tone, expecting the worst, but wishing for the best.

"I'm sorry, Justin." She reaches for my hand but I back away. All I can do is look at her, revealing my shock and anger.

"No," I say. "You wouldn't."

"I did! I'm so sorry, Justin! Please forgive me!" She chokes up and more tears stream down her face.

I can't even react. I never thought she would betray me like this. I walk back over to the counter, grab my keys, and walk out, slamming the door behind me. Her screams and sobs fade into the background.