Why Fall For Him

Chapter 3

Why Fall For Him

Chapter 3

*Justin's pov*

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My eyes fluttered open, as I heard Selena's phone ring.

I rubbed my eyes, as I grabbed her phone from the night stand.

Anger rushed throughout my body, as I read a text from someone named 'George'.

He said, "stay safe. Don't let him hurt you."

I didn't confront Selena right away, so I'll wait until she wakes up.

So many thoughts and questions rushed through my head as I waited for her to wake up. I didn't know how to react, I've never been in this situation.

My heart sank, I felt like I had just been shot directing in the heart, as I thought that there could be a possibility she could be moving on and forgetting everything we use to have. I don't want to loose her, she's the biggest part of me, I love her than my life itself.

I slowly got out of bed then walked to the kitchen. I leaned against the counter. I walked to the refrigerator, grabbing a new bottle Vodka. Once I opened the bottle, I walked to the couch. As I swallowed each gulp, I felt my throat burn a little more. I felt my eyes getting heavy, and my vision was becoming blurry. I slowly drank the entire bottle. I impatiently waited for Selena to wake up. I was at the were I was about to storm into our room, and wake her up.

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*Selena's pov*

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I woke up, turning to my side, expecting to see Justin laying beside me. But he wasn't. I reached for my phone, which I had laid on the dresser before I had gone to bed.

I wasn't expecting anyone to call or anything, but I wanted to text George and tell him everything between me and Justin are going better than ever.

George has been my best friend for what feels like forever. He's helped me through a lot and he knows everything I'm going through. I tell him everything. I trust him, more than I trust anyone else. He wants me to move in with him until I can find a place to stay, rather than mine and Justin's house. I've told him I'm fine and don't need or want to move, but he insists I do.

As I looked at the night stand, I noticed my phone wasn't there. I began thinking off all the places I could have put it. I checked everywhere, but I still couldn't find it.

After looking for five minutes, I gave up. I walked into the living room, as I saw Justin sitting on the couch with an empty bottle of vodka beside him. He didn't have to say anything or do anything, I already knew he broke his promise. I felt so stupid knowing I believed he was going to change. Like every other time, I fall for what he says, and once he breaks his promise my heart breaks a little more. Each promise he breaks, I feel myself moving further and further away from him. But, I know I'm just moving closer towards him. I'm only fooling myself when I say I'm moving on. I know i'll always be in love with him, even through I hate being in love with him, but at the same time I love it.

Justin turned around. I faintly smiled. He got up, slowly walking beside me. My body tenses up, as he pushed me against the wall. I fell to the floor. My eyes filled up with tears, from the pain. I let my tears roll down my face. I wanted him to know I was in pain, so hopefully he would stop. But he didn't. He grabbed me by the wrist, aggressively forcing me to stand up. He shoved me against the wall. The smell of alcohol on his breath made me want to throw up. I turned my head so he wasn't breathing directly on me.

"Who's George?" He stuttered.

"Justin stop!" I begged, completely ignoring his question. I've kept my friendship with George a secret for six years. Justin gets jealous easily and the last thing I would want him to do is walk away.

He grubbed his hands around my arm. I gasped in pain.

"Selena, don't ignore me!" He yelled harshly. Once again, he shoved me against the wall. Only this time, my head hit the back of the wall. My head began to hurt from the pressure and force. He looked into my eyes and I tried my best not took in his. He gave me a seductive look. I fell under his spell, again.

He leaned in, resting his forehead on mine.

"He's just a friend." I whispered slowly.

"Hmm." He groaned, making my stomach twirl.

"Just a friend?" He asked. I nodded.

"Y-yes. J-just a friend." I stuttered.

"Can he kiss you like this?" He said, as he cupped my face with the palm of his hands.

I tried saying something, but he refused to let go. I was so tempted to kiss back, but I forced myself not to. He depended the kiss.

He bit my lip, which made me melt inside. I was fighting the urge not to kiss back.

He ran his cold fingers up my back, playing with my bra strap.

"Justin." I whispered. He ignored me.

"There's nothing going on between me and George." I whispered. He moaned softly.

"I bet he can't love you like I can." He said, completely ignoring everything I said. At this point, I have up. He wrapped his arms around my waist. He picked me up off the ground, high enough to where my feet were barely off the ground.

He slowly walked into our bedroom. He unhooked my bra, then let it fall to the floor. He roughly pulled my shirt off. I was now in my shorts and underwear. He pulled me close.

He pulled his shirt off, throwing it across the room. I felt chills run throughout my body as my skin touched his ice cold body.

He picked me up, then laid me on the bed. He hovered over my body before taking the rest of my clothes off.

He cupped my face with the palm of my hands before he took his boxers off. He kissed me with passion.

I refused to kiss him.

"Damn baby, I love it when you do that." Justin mumbled in a deep, raspy, low voice.

I didn't say anything. I just stared into his eyes.

"And when you scream my name, without even thinking." He continued. He sighed heavily.

I could smell the alcohol on his breath still, but I forced myself to ignore the smell.

"And when you kiss my neck." He whispered. I could see shivers run throughout his body.

He rested his head on my chest. He began taking the rest if his clothes off. He threw his pants and boxers across the room.

He. slowly began to thrust in and out of me. I moaned in pleasure. He slowly began to go faster. With each thrust, I let out a soft cry.

"Justin!" I moaned. He brushed the hair out of my face behind my ears, with his thumb.

"Shh." He whispered softly.

He let out a soft moan as I bit his lip. I ran my fingers through his hair. Sweat rolled down his cheeks, on to my chest.

"Kiss me." He begged. A smile crossed his face. I shook my head, even though I wanted him to kiss me more than ever.

We both starred into each other's eyes. I felt butterflies flutter my stomach. He repositioned himself. He elbows were supporting his body. His face was right above mine. A smile crossed his face. I leaned closer to him. Without thinking, I kissed him. He deepened our kiss, as he added his tongue. Our tongues raced for dominance.

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*Justins pov*

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"I want you to know how much I love you, despite everything that's happened in the past. I'm sorry. But, I'm going to do whatever it takes to change." I said slowly as I pulled away from our kiss.

"I promise." I said. She closed her eyes, not saying a word.

"What's wrong?" I asked. A tear rolled down her cheek.

"You just don't get it." She whispered. She pushed me beside her. I wrapped my arms around her, but she pushed me away. I heard small sniffles. I felt my heart break. For the first time, I realized I'm the reason for her pain.