Player 99

He lost it...

******AN: PLEASE READ!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS CHAPTER GETS REALLY INTESNE AND GRAPHIC. IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE INTENSE STUFF DO NOT READ. JUST A FOREWARNING AND SORRY FOR THE TURN OF EVENTS. THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN SOONER OR LATER. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED****

An hour and a half later, I was walking down the hall to Justin's apartment. I kept my head down as I passed the doorman, who barely gave me a look as I passed by. I reached his door, my breath shaky and my pulse racing. I couldn't believe I was doing this.  

What are you doing, Paige? What if Robert finds out? And then what? You know he'll be pissed. Turn around. You don't know what he'll do. Turn around, now before it's too late to turn back. Turn around, Paige.

Listening to my inner voice, I turned around. I took two steps towards the exit when I heard his door unlock and open. I stopped, my breathing freezing with me. 

"Paige." His voice was like a blanket. It wrapped around me and I relaxed for the first time in months. I didn't move. I heard his footsteps cross the thresh hold and I felt his arms wrap around me. He buried his head in my shoulder. 

"Paige." His voice sounded strained, like he was forcing himself to control his emotions. I turned in his arms. The first thing that struck me was his eyes. 

They seemed empty. He had dark circles under them and the once bright and full of life baby blues were now dull and seemed distant. His chin was covered in scruff like he hadn't shaved in months and his lips were dry and slightly cracked. His hair was a mess and he looked like he was on the verge of tears. 

"I missed you so much," he whispered, pulling me into a crushing hug. 

I yelped, feeling my scratches open.

He pulled back, concern all over his face. He didn't say anything as he ushered me inside. I walked in and took a seat on his couch as he shut and locked the door before joining me. He sat on the table in front of me and grasped my hands, forcing my long sleeves to expose the begining of a long scratch.  

I couldn't look him in the eyes. I felt like he would be able to see what HE did to me; that he would be able to see how dirty I was, that i was a whore and unlovable. I felt a familiar wetness in my eyes and I couldn't hold back the tears.

I felt his eyes on me as I felt his hand push up my sleeve even further. He gasped, his grip on my hands tightening a little bit. I bit my lip, wanting to run away, to go back to the safety of my apartment. He traced the scratch. I could hear his breathing hitch as he saw how long it was. 

"Paige." His voice cracked on my name. I didn't look up. His hand came and cradled my chin. He slowly tugged it up so I had to look at him. 

"Did he do this to you?" 

I shook my head before pulling my head from his chin. I got up. 

"Coming here was a mistake," I said, starting towards the door. 

"No," he growled, taking my arm and pulling me to him. I crashed into his wrap chest. I looked up at him. 

"You don't want me. I'm dirty. I'm broken," I said, turning away.

I walked towards the door, slipping out of his grip. I made it to the door. I reached out and grabbed the handle. Then hands were on my shoulders and forced me to turn around. His hands leaned against the door, his face inches away from mine. 

"No, Paige! I love you," he said, a tear falling. I felt my heart jerk. "You're not leaving me without an explanation." 

I tried to slip under his arm, but he pressed his toned and muscled body against mine, trapping me. I looked down, my tears still falling, knowing that I was going to have to tell him. I pushed him away and complied, but he was still very close to me. I lifted my shirt, revealing my bloody scratches and a tank top.