Guilt. ( Justin Bieber Fanfiction )

Chapter 14. - My fault.

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Bree-

''She slapped me'' I clearly clarified.

My heart was pounding out of my chest until I met Justin's expression.

His warm and glowing composure transformed, paling and remaining blank for what seemed like forever; he set his jaw, clearly defining the angle of it as it led down onto his chin that emphasized his teeth that gritted together leaving his lips slightly parted. His hands that were layering mine felt frigid and raw as if his blood had stopped flowing and his heart had stopped beating.

His eyes immediately threw me back.

They were blanketed with a deep dark coal colour denying his irises its usual glow, it shaded over the rest of his face as well as his eyebrows that were wrinkled in the centre. Every drop of blood that flew threw my veins felt like ice as I suddenly became scared of the scene that I was facing.

''J-Justin'' I hesitantly began.

There was no response, his gaze was locked on one particular strand of grass that pointed upwards at the glowy sky above us suggesting we had been here for a few hours now and it was beginning to grow dark.

''Justin, I'm okay'' I clearly stated gesturing towards myself with my free hand.

Still no reply.

I grasped his stiff face into my hands and forced his gaze onto me.

''You can't go back there'' he securely demanded looking me straight in the eye.

A look of astonishment overlay my features. Knowing fully well where he was going with this, I immediately stood up and began to walk back to his car aware that he already knew too much. ''No Justin'' I spoke over my shoulder as he to began walking up after me. ''I will not drag you into my mess.'' I struggled to open the door to the passenger seat as I repeatedly pulled at the handle feeling tear drops fall onto the back of my paled hands resulting in my vision going blurry. ''I won't involve you in my life'' I inaudibly repeated more to myself then to Justin- remembering that I couldn't let myself grow too attached.

Creating a powerful emotional attachment only resulted in me suffering more then I already was. I wouldn't be able to handle losing another person just like I had with dad and the concept itself tore me apart.

''Let me help you'' his angelic raspy tone met my ears. ''Please'' he begged, his hand enveloping mine that was still held onto the handle of the door, giving it one last tug, I finally opened it and sat myself in refusing to look at Justin, afraid i might meet his eyes, relent, and accept his offer to take me away from all the pain my life consisted of.

I stared blankly at the front window, staring at the purple sky that made up the suns horizon. I could sense Justin sit himself onto the drivers seat, bringing the car to life. He took one long glance at me before reversing backwards and driving off into the road allowing no words to be spoken.

''You okay?'' I stupidly asked, meeting the size of Justin's face where his gaze was locked onto the roads, his eyes depicted one of a concentrated individual.

Sour laughter fell from his lips leaving me in mere confusion. ''Am I okay?'' he emphasized 'I' as I noticed his hands stiffen around the steering wheel. ''I'm the one who's getting beat up my mother right?'' he laughed louder yet his eyes were hard and stoned completely contradicting the fakeness tinted in his voice. ''I'm the ones who's getting sexually abused right?'' he continued looking straight at the road. ''I'm the one WHO WON'T ALLOW OTHERS TO HELP RIGHT?!'' he roared, turning over the curb where I had now became aware of the fact that my house was in view. The car made an ear piercing screech leaving a trail of skid marks behind and coming to an immediate halt giving me a mere whiplash. I was completely taken aback by his words and how harsh his voice was, almost like everything that had occurred was my fault, and my fault only. Tears threatened to surface as I let out a stifled sob attempting to deny myself of them.