Secretly Loving You- Justin Bieber

Chapter Six

Tuka's P.O.V
"Selena..." As soon as her name slipped past my lips Justin's face turned cold. As if I just told him I killed his cat or something. I didn't mean to tell him. I knew I had to though, in order for him to realise why I was upset right? He sighed, runnin his fingers through his hair, turning to face me. "She said that?" He croaked, his voice raspy due to the shouting. All I could do was nod. I didn't want to open my mouth anymore than I already have. It's not fair on Justin right? "Tuka, why didn't you just tell me?" He whispered, grasping hold of my chin, making me face him. I noticed something in his eyes, something that made me wonder if he even loved Selena. A hint of pain, not physical pain, but metal pain. Like he blames himself for what happened. "You love her, that's why" I chocked, standing up from my place on the floor, my body aching as I walked into my bedroom. I laid on my bed, thinking about what just happened. All the anger inside of me, just drained out, like I was too weak to even care. I picked up my phone once again, not bothering to check my messages yet as I signed into twitter. Yet again, my timeline was filled with drama, this time it was my drama. 'Fredo and Tuka? Tukedo?' I couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the name. As I scrolled down more I noticed people were talking about how I looked. 'Shes more skinnier' 'she looks drained out' 'is she ill?' I looked at myself in the mirror, my phone still in my hand. I didn't recognise the girl standing in front of me. She was petite, her bones were visable. She looked broken, torn up inside as well as the out. I chucked my phone on the bed, tears slowly running down my face as I walked into my bathroom. I was weak, pathetic for web thinking I had a chance with Justin. As I searched the cupboard for what I needed, I ran the bath water, making sure it was deep enough before stripping and hopping in. With the object still in my hands, I ran my fingers over the scars that covered y body. I didn't make these, hell no. It was the scars mark made. I remember throughout my whole dream, they weren't there, only the ones I made. I let out a quiet sob, as the object skimmed the worded scar across my hip. Flashbacks of what happened running through my mind.

*FLASH BACK*
"M-Mark please..." I pleaded, my whole body shaking with fear as the angry figure hovered above me, a sharp knife clear in his hands. He attacked my shorts, ripping them off before grabbing my underwear. He took hold of my hip, running his fingers over the soft skin, making me quiver under his touch. I closed my eyes, hissing at the contact of the knife. I screamed out in pain as he continued to carve something into the delicate skin. He chuckled to himself, patting the broken skin before walking out the room, with his knife. Small sobs left my mouth as I ran my fingers over the newly cut skin. 'Slut' was carved on my hip, blood soaking his bed as I tried to find something to stop the bleeding. But instead, I laid there, and let the darkness consume me.
*END OF FLASHBACK*

Since then, I've never touched anything sharp. I looked down at the scar, the blade in my hand. I chucked it across the room, bursting into a rage of cries. If I was strong enough to push it away, why am I not strong enough to push Justin away?

Justin's P.O.V
I just sat there, watching her as she walked into her bedroom. I was stupid, I know I was. But I couldn't help but blame myself for what Selena has done. If I hadn't of introduced them, or even brought Tuka here she wouldn't be in this mess. She wouldn't be as broken as she is right now. I walked into the kitchen, finding the dust pan and brush. I walked over to the broken glass, trying my best not to cut myself as I picked it up. I looked at the bruises on my arms, from the objects she chucked at me, realising she just wanted me too feel her pain. That's all she wanted, for me to see how much I was hurting her. The cuts on my arms, small enough to hide but deep enough to sting. I sat on the floor for a second, taking everything in as I looked around. But my head soon snapped to Tuka's room as a crash rattled through the room, along with her loud cries and screams. I hopped up straight away, pushing my way through her room towards the bathroom. "Tuka?" I called through the door, her cries getting louder, making my heart race, she could of done anything. I opened the door, seeing her naked body curled up in the bath. A razor by the door caught my eye, making me panic even more. Tears threatened to fall as I walked up to her, making sure nothing was in my pockets before climbing into the bath with her. My clothes soaking up the water as I pulled her back against my chest.

"I pushed it away Justin, I was strong enough to stop" she cried, turning around to rest her face in my chest. Even though she may have been naked, I kept my eyes on her face. I kissed the top of her head, hearing her mumble stuff under her breath as she tried to calm down. I turned her around carefully, something on her hip catching my eye. "What's that?" I whispered, running my fingers over it carefully. She flinched under my touch, trying to move away from me. "Did you do this?" I asked, frowning as I pulled her back. She shook her head, her back facing me as I grabbed the shampoo. "You don't have to tell me right now okay? All in time" I mumbled, massaging the shampoo into her hair, hearing her sigh as I washed it out. After making sure she was clean I hopped out the bath, removing my wet clothes down to my boxers, before holding up a towel for Tuka. She smiled weakly, wrapping it around her petite body. I grabbed another towel, wrapping her hair in it before carrying her over to her bed. I pulled out some matching underwear, turning around so she could put them on, before carefully dressing her into her PJ's. "thank you.." She whispered, looking into my eyes. Her eyes were so beautiful, the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. I smiled softly, kissing the top of her head before wrapping her blanket around her and myself. Pulling her into my chest I stroked her hair, relaxing her as she fell asleep.

I did this. I made her so broken. But now, I'm going to fix her.