MAD

21

Written 6/7/16
Justin POV
I hate myself. I'm an idiot. I can't believe that I thought she would stay. Her? Stay and be with ME? I must be out of my mind.

My heart hurts. The love of my life is gone and I don't where to find her. I've looked every place imaginable, she's vanished. I can't blame her though, who would want to stay with me? I'm an insane mess and she's my sanity.

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Zaida POV
"You did what?!" I scream.

"Gh-Zaida I ha-" I cut him off.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You made that decision. I can't even look at you." I look at Marcus one final time before running upstairs to my father's room.

I haven't been up here since I was 11 and now I remember why. The pain of him not being here is unbearable.

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Justin POV
Without Zaida here I've gone back to my old ways. It's been 2 weeks, 3 days, 16 hours and 45 minutes, not that I'm counting or anything. I picked up a prostitute on my way out of Portland. Zaida would be disappointed, but she's not here and doesn't love me so I have no other choice.

"I'll do anything!" The blonde slut cries. I ignore her and do eenie meanie minie mo to find which knife I should use.

I make my first incision, but something feels off. I don't feel good, I almost feel..sick. I hurry and slice off layers of her skin but it's not working. I still feel like shit, if not more so.

"Goddamnit!" I slit her throat before crumpling onto the floor and crying. "I hate myself. What have I done?"

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Marcus POV
"Sup nigga?" Sleez shakes me up.

"Nuttin much man. Ghost's back." He looks at me surprised.

"Man forreal? And we didn't even have to smoke niggas?" He chuckles, I just nod. "Yo man what's with you? You still look like she ain't here." I shake my head.

"I know, I just..I don't know man. It's not the same. Feels weird." He nods knowingly.

"You like her huh?" He laughs.

"Is that what it is?" I laugh. "Shit maybe."

"Just tell her." I look at him in disbelief.

"Tell her? Are you out of your damn mind. She's already mad at me."

"It's the best thing to do."

Damn, when did Sleez get so wise?

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Zaida POV
"Zaida!" Hearing him yell from downstairs reminds me of Justin. I hate to say it but I miss him. I wonder what he's doing right now, probably crying.

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Justin POV
"No you stupid bitch! You're supposed to like it!" I yell.

"I'm sorry! I'll do better! See? I like it!" She shoves her face with Zaida's favorite type of sandwich.

"No!" I push her off the chair before kicking her a few times in the stomach. "Stop. Fucking. Crying!" I yell under my mask. "Try again." I grit. She gets up and returns to the food and eating it. "Better. That's how she would eat it." I smile in delight.

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"I'm sorry." The girl cries.

"That's all you've said the past three days! Don't you know anything else?! Are you that incompetent?" I grab her by the neck.

"No. I'm sorr-I mea-!" I cut her off by throwing her to the ground.

"Dumb bitch. Stand up and do it once more." She struggles to get up. "Get up!" I kick her in the face, knocked out cold. "She simply won't do."

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I decided I'd take her back to where I found her. I stop the car and push her out before speeding away.

"Not right, not right." I mumble.

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Marcus POV
The more I'm around her, the weirder I feel.

"Are you still mad at me?" I poke my lip out.

"Yes." She crosses her arms and looks away.

"You're sure?" I lean close.

"Yes I'm very sure."

"No you're not!" I jump on her and attack her sides.

"Okay I forgive you!" she laughs.

"Good." I kiss her cheek and wrap her in my arms. "Honestly though, I'm sorry I was only trying to help you." She twists my ringlets in-between her fingers.

"We make sacrifices for the ones we love. We know that the best of anyone. You had the best interests at heart, I understand and I forgive you." Hearing her say that made everything in this fucked up world seem okay for a bit.

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Justin POV
"I hate you bitch I hate you!" I scream before chainsawing my new victims arm off.

"Stop please!" She begs.

"Stop begging me you desperate whore! You asked for it! This is what you get!" I slice her leg off and she screams even louder.

"Why are you doing this?" She mumbles as she's going unconscious from lack of blood.

"Because you want to replace her. I saw it in your eyes. You wanted me. I'm not yours!" I saw her head off and admire my work. "Good work Bieber, cleaning these streets of scum."

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The clock chimes loudly. It's Zaida time! I cheer happily. I run downstairs and pop in the videos I took of her.

I love the way she smiles, the way she sleeps, the way she snores softly next to me. I hate that she's not here.

I replay the clip of her in her bikini running. I become hard at the sight of her. She's a goddess. From her juicy breasts to her plump ass I can only imagine how she feels. I can't carry on like this, I crave her.

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Zaida POV
"Woah Zai! Come look at this!" I run to the living room where Marcus sits with the news on.

A beaten and bruised lightskin girl comes on the screen.

"He beat me and yelled at me. He kept saying 'do it again!' 'that's not how she'd do it!' And he called me Zaida." Oh fuck.

Justin, what a have you done?

A/N: Yessss! I got my mojo back! Lol.