Hired for Hatred. [Justin Bieber Fan Fiction]

Chapter - Four.

Comment and vote please, for any of you wondering this is the past. I will get to the present soon enough!

Arianna ~

I watched. Narrowing my eyes slightly, I can't believe I am seeing this sight in front of me. Unless of course, my eyes are playing tricks on me. He's soaking wet, his breathing is uneven. Clearly upset. Out of all the places why here? Why would he come here. If I'm not mistaken it seems like he's crying, although it's extremely hard to tell from the water dripping down his hair to his face.

"Justin?"

"I uh I didn't know where to go and..-"

"Wait. Wait just come in, you must be freezing." I shiver from the cold hitting my bare legs, he's soaking wet. He has to be freezing.Why I care. Well I'm not that heartless. Not today at least. Moving aside I give him access to enter my house.

"Wait. Just one second.." I say slowly, scurrying away and up the stairs. He can't stay  in those clothes. He'll be freezing, my dad has some spare pajama pants and a t-shirt I'm sure. Maybe even some socks. I'm in shock that he's here. But, I'm kind of relieved. You know.. Considering he isn't some serial killer. I think anyone would be grateful.

After a long search through my fathers clothing. I found an old pair of boxers, loose plaid pajama pants. And a v-neck. A rather small v-neck. I never understood why he kept all his old teenage clothing. Shaking my head I stand from the floor, making my way to the bathroom. I need to be quick. I'm just leaving him standing there in the middle of my hallway. Probably forming a puddle on the floor. Grabbing two towels and a wash cloth. I descend down the stairs, I pray he doesn't make me regret this.

"I uh. My father he has extra clothes. From way back.." I trail off from down the hallway, slowly making my way up to him. I hand him the clothing and a towel. "Bathroom down the hall on the right. You can uh shower.." I say quietly, looking down at the ground. Just as suspected there is a puddle of water there. Sighing, I unwrap the other towel, ready to clean. He mutters a quick thank you before walking away. Leaving me to clean up the pool he left behind him..

(1 hour later)

I sat impatiently, waiting for him to get out of the shower. He sure was taking his time, I don't know why all of a sudden I was in a bitchy mood. But, I decided waiting in the living room. Considering I had him shower in the downstairs bathroom, he's never been in this house before. He doesn't know where my room is. 

Hearing the bathroom door creak, I waited till the padding of footsteps came closer. Before standing up, as he entered the room I gasped. Holy shit running up to him, I examined his face. What in the actual fuck. Looking down his knuckles were bloody. 

"What happened!" I gasped, grabbing his hand in mine. I examined the wound. I didn't want to go to school for nursing and shit for nothing. I watched as he remained emotionless, considering how red and puffy his eyes were he had been crying..

"I fell." His voice was hoarse, a side effect of crying to much. Watching him, it stirred an uneasy emotion in my stomach, swallowing the growing lump back. I grabbed his hand leading him up the stairs behind me, I always have an emergency kit under my bed. Something about his statement, and the way his eyes narrowed. Told me he was lying.