Broken and fixed.

Home sweet home.

I turned to take one more look at the broken home. "Come on!" Justin says rushing to grab my arm and pull me into the car after throwing my bags in the back. What's the rush? I sigh annoyed. "I have places to be, with other girls, I don't have time to waste on you" He spat hastily. But you did. "I'm sick and tired of talking to you, you're so fucking stupid I literally can't wait until you spend time with you're other hoes, I'm better off alone without you." I yelled angrily, causing the driver to stare at me confused. Flashes went off everywhere and I was blinded. "Get down, God dammit" he spat anxiously grabbing his hoodie to cover my face. "Stop fucking touching me" I say before throwing his hoodie off me. Bitch. Justin stares at me blankly. Before I knew it, the limo came to a stop and I stared at the huge mansion that stood in front of me. "You're house is nice" I mumble looking at the ground. "Thanks" he says before grabbing my stuff out of his limo and hauling up the steps towards the door. "I'm not helpless" I say annoyed. "You act like it tho" he spat before taking my stuff into a real room and setting it down. I stared around the room and found that it already had everything I needed and more, it even says my name on the wall. "Why does it say my name?" I ask completely and utterly confused. "I planned everything out already, I thought you'd like it" he says calmly and for once, he actually means something. Thank you, I think. As he walks out, I unpack my things and get settled in. I think...I might actually like it here.