He's Yours; Justin Bieber Imagines

Imagine 5. One Shot

**Imagine you recently arrived home early to find Justin in bed with another woman and you broke down and ran away. You now live with a friend; you are completely broken.**

*light knock on the door*

"y/n...y/n... you need to get up, it's almost 1:30. We have to head to work..."

You grumble in annoyance as you manage to speak, "why should I...?"

you hear your best friend, Lily sigh and open the door. "Because y/n, you have responsibilities to deal with. I completely understand you are still upset over Ju- i mean... that... but it's been over a month, you need to try to recover. There's plenty of fish in the sea." she says softly while rubbing your back.

You look up with fresh tears in your eyes and a take a deep breath." but Justin was my Nemo..." and you pull the blankets over your head and begin to sob silently.

Lily puts her hand on your back again and whispers, "I'll tell the boss you're still really sick... i hope he'll continue to buy it... see you later..." and she walks out of the door.

About 20 minutes later, you decide to pry yourself out of bed to head to the bathroom... time for your morning routine...

1. Stare in the mirror and point out flaws to build up emotion.

2. Begin to cry.

3. Open the cabinet and take out your razor.

4. Grab a towel and place arm on it.

5. Place razor on skin, close eyes and slice.

6. Let the pain flow with the blood.

7. Clean up the cuts.

8. Proceed with normal bathroom deeds.

     You go to your friend's closet to look for clothes. (you didn't take anything from Justin's that belonged to you. You didn't want anything that was at Justin's mansion.) You decide to actually wear something nice other than sweatpants and a sweatshirt. You pick a pair of dark blue worn-out jeans, a black tank top, and a white thin over shirt.

     After getting dressed, you check your phone; 7 missed calls and 13 messages...

All from Justin.

     Of course, you were used to them. You delete them all, no matter how much you wanted to read them and text back, you left them alone. You wanted nothing to do with Justin. As you delete the last message, you remember the moment you caught him in bed with Selena...

     You bought him a watch, and on the back of it you had it engraved. It read; 'If this watch told time according to our love, you could use it forever without it dying... I love you Justin, Love Y/N' You walked in the house, placing your things on the table, and hide the little box with a red bow behind your back. You tip-toe up the stairs, then you scurry down the hall to the bedroom. You're inches away from the slightly cracked open door when you hear a constant bang. bang. bang. bang. You reach for the nob and you hear a girl's voice, "Justin! Justin! Harder!" Your smile decimates. You slam the door open and just stare at Justin and Selena in bed. Your face was blank, no emotion whatsoever. You couldn't talk, you couldn't think, nothing. Justin's face was dead white and Selena had a smirk on her face, snaking her arm around him. You take the box and chuck it at them, just missing Selena's face, and you walk out. The next thing you remember is you banging on Lily's door sobbing uncontrollably with your phone buzzing rapidly, it being Justin. Now, you live there with Lily.

     It was so painful thinking of what happened, but it never leaves your mind. You wipe your tears away and make your way to the kitchen. You grab a glass and pour yourself some milk. You open the fridge and look at the food. Your belly rumbles like it does every day, but you close the fridge like you do ever day, and ignore your rumbling stomach... like you do every day...