Stupid in Love

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•Brinley's POV•

It's funny how things can change so quickly.

It's funny how crazy someone can become in only a short period of time.

Justin refunded all the money for the rest of his tour because he thought it was best if he took a break after the accident. The fans were very understanding and Justin has since regained most of his memory.

But that doesn't make him the same person.

That doesn't make him the same guy I fell in love with.

Ever since the accident, it's like he's the complete opposite of how he used to be.

It's been 8 months and he hasn't been in the studio. He hasn't been singing. He's been drinking and getting high. He stays out late and comes back at all hours of the night.

I've moved in with him in his LA house and it's nothing like I imagined.

He's not my Justin anymore.

The front door slams shut indicating he's finally home. It's 2am so this is actually early for him. I pause the tv and get up; walking to the front door seeing him grunting under his breath and throwing his coat down on the floor. His eyes look up and lock with mine. They're bloodshot and drowsy like they always are from the drugs and alcohol.

They aren't the same brown ones I once fell for either. They're filled with hate and anger.

He visibly clenches his jaw at the sight of me and looks away as he pulls his phone from his pocket.

"Are you oka-"

"Why the fuck are you up, huh? You should be asleep." He spits out and I swallow hard as I slowly step back from him.

"I had to make sure you got back safe."

"Obviously I'm fucking fine. Go away, just looking at you makes me wanna puke."

I sigh at his words and try to reason with him.

"Justin-"

I stop when he paces over to me and pushes me against the wall making me yelp in shock. He grabs my hands and pins them against the wall as he grips tightly to them making tears prick to my eyes knowing he's going to leave bruises.

"What part of go the fuck away do you not understand?"

I turn my head as he gets close to me and scream out in pain when his grip gets tighter on my wrists.

"Answer me you stupid bitch!"

"I-I'm sorry-"

"Sorry? Sorry?"

He laughs and shakes his head as he drops my wrists and instead grabs my face forcefully and makes me look at him.

I don't recognize the man in front of me.

I don't recognize him as slams me against the wall harder and spits more hurtful things my way.

I don't recognize him as he pushes away from me and walks away; leaving me to fall to the ground and bawl my eyes out for the next 2 hours.

The next morning I wake up to someone shaking my shoulders. My eyes slowly open and I realize I'm still on the hardwood floors from last night. I didn't go upstairs, I cried myself to sleep.

When I look up I notice a sober Justin looking down at me with concerned eyes.

Reality sets in and I quickly push him away from me.