Let Her Go (Already Broken Sequel) {J.B.}

Chapter 10

^Picture of Justin^

~Justin's POV~

I wanted to kill him. I wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt me but ten times worse. He's not a friend; a friend wouldn't do that. He knows I love her and he knows how much history I have with her. She's mine, and he crossed every single 'guy code' rule there could possibly be by going after her.

I still couldn't shake the image of the two of them together from my head. And as much as I tried to venture away from the thought of them, it was plastered like a painting in the back of my mind.

I can't begin to explain the heartbreak of seeing the girl you love kissing your 'best friend.'

I'd been through everything with her. She was there for me through everything I'd ever gone through in my life, and I was always there for her. I loved that about us; how we always had each others backs. And then I realized I loved her. Thats when I think it all went wrong. We had so much love for each other that at the end of the day it felt like too much. My life was too perfect and I had to find some way to fuck it up. Thats just what I do, and as much as I hate myself for it I can't find it within myself to control it. She was always there for me.. Through every heartbreak. And now I'm heartbroken and I don't know who to turn to. She's gone. I let her slip through my fingers and somehow didn't see Ryan waiting to catch her.

It's terrifying to think that I won't ever be able to find a love quite like hers again.

My thoughts dispersed when the door opened, and I was thankful for a disruption that held the ability to make me lose my train of thought. That had been hard to come by.

A tall man with little to no hair walked through the door, his eyes fixed on his clipboard. I read the name on his name tag; Dr. Moore.

"Bieber comma Justin," my name escaped his lips with exasperation. It was easy to tell his day had been dragging on and I was just another patient before he could head home.

I didn't say anything, just kept my eyes on him waiting for what he'd say next. I was hoping for a 'you're good to go' but by his over-exaggerated sigh I knew I wasn't going anywhere for a while, and neither was he.

"Let's see..." his eyes scanned the papers held in front of him as he ran through my records. "Hm.. Not your first time here, eh?" This time his eyes met up with mine.

"No."

He nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on me as if he were trying to figure me out. He looked old; maybe he had no idea who I was. I held onto that idea because it made me feel the slightest bit normal.

"Well it looks here as though you've already been tested, would you like for me to go over your results with you?"

"Results for what?" I scoffed.

He sent me a look as if to tell me to drop any hint of attitude I may have before he goes on, and I was tired enough at this point that I internally agreed.

"Results for determining your mental illness. Or, illnesses in this case. Your nurse should have been the one to go over these in detail with you, but due to your unfortunate lack of cooperation, I've been handed the honor of dealing with you."

I looked away in embarrassment, realizing that I had caused a bit of a scene earlier.

"Anyways," Dr. Moore continued, "are you ready to hear your results?"

I rolled my eyes just the slightest bit. "Go ahead, can't really get worse."

He took a seat on the chair right beside my bed as he slipped his glasses over his nose and locked his eyes back onto his clipboard.