What Do You Mean?

Chapter 18

"Why can't they stop? Make them stop Justin! Make it go away... Please I'm begging you! I need to be as far away from him as possible"I sob while curled into Justin's lap, head buried in his chest, clutching his shirt.

"Shh let them take care of it B." He wraps his arms around me tighter, trying to shield me from it all and kisses the top of my head while stroking my back. "I got you baby girl. We will be out of here soon. I promise"

My head and face throb. My mind races. I barely register Mikey and Everettes voices. Grunts and whimpers continue to spill out of Mark as they continuously pound on him.

They finally relent and pull him into a sitting position by the collar of his shirt. "This is how this is gonna go down. You listening you piece of shit?" Mikey yells.

Mark grunts and his head rolls back. I suspect it's because they've beaten him to the point that he can't even see straight. Evert pushes his head forward roughly. "We aren't going to involve them." He points towards Justin and I, who are still curled up in the corner, watching silently.

"We are going to call the cops and tell them we caught you in here snooping around and that you've been harassing her for weeks."

Mikey delivers a swift kick to his side. Mark winces and coughs. "Not so tough now are you mother fucker?" Evert spits at him.

"Yo JB, you two need to get out of here so we can take care of all this." Justin nods wide eyed, both of us still stunned and completely traumatized.

Mikey makes his way over to us and crouches down to look us both in the eye. "You guys ok? We need to get you out of here so that you don't have to be involved with the cops." He puts a hand on Justin's shoulder. "Are you positively sure you don't want that?" Justin had yelled no cops when they initially wanted to call after they had Mark subdued.

Justin nods. "No cops man. I don't think we can handle that right now plus it'll be all over the media and too much to explain. You feel me?"

Mikey makes eye contact with me. "You ok with that Bobbi?"

I shake my head.

"Alright I need you two to go over in our room while we call them and take care of all this like I said. Maybe figure out where you guys are gonna head to and get in touch with the pilot.  Can you do all that for me?"

"Yea man. Thanks" Justin starts to stand pulling me up with him. We both stumble a little, unsteady on our feet. Mikey helps Justin by holding onto my arm. I can't stop shaking. He quickly helps us make our way over into their room. I'm so glad we won't have to deal with any cops. We probably will have to make some sort of statement later but if we told them what really happened it would be all over the news. The last thing either of us want is for the real truth to get out, or for anybody to see the way we look like right now.

We've been sitting on the couch in the guys' room for the last 15 minutes or so. Neither of us have spoken or moved since we initially sat down, both still trying to process it all. Tears continually spill down my cheeks. I'm surprised I still have anything left in me to even cry out. "I need a drink." I rasp.

I start to stand but Justin stops me. " I got it baby, just stay here." He kisses me on the head again. I'll never ever be able to forgive myself, this is all my fault. I really don't know if I'll be able to live with this.

"Here baby." He hands me a bottle of water and sits down beside me. "You ok B? We should probably have you checked out." He lightly touches the cut on my cheek, making me wince. "You might need a stitch or two here baby."

I reach over and cup his face with my hand. "You need checked out too J." He's already shaking his head before I've even finished speaking. "I'm fine baby girl. Just a little headache that's all."