Our Little Secret | [j.b]

8

Justin B.

Did I want her to accept my apology? Absolutely. Was I sure that Rose would do that? No not at all. But I hoped that she wouldn't stay mad at me forever, given its been days since our little fight. I haven't heard much from her and it bothers me to the point where I feel the need to check up on her everyday. But I know that would be weird and it would only push her away even more. I just hated that we weren't very close as we were before. She barely talked to me and I hated that. I honestly wanted things to go back to the way they were before I messed it up. Or should I say lover boy. I should be blaming him, but I can't, I have no right to. It's not my place to fix their relationship, even though he was a huge jerk to her.

**

It was pouring raining out side. Every strike of lightening filled the sky with light; which sent my heart racing with fear of being hit. I was never a big fan of thunder storms. I knocked on her door, waiting for someone to answer. I didn't want to let myself in like last time. Given how I messed up today, I shouldn't be rude. It's like I can't wait, I have to apologize to her. Just when I thought I'd have to wait till tomorrow, the door opened. I stood there as she stared at my back; clothes fully soaked now. My hair dripped repeatedly as I looked down, feeling the guilt build up inside.

"I'm sorry," I said as I turned around to face her. Her brown skin was slightly darker on one side of her face. Her eyes red and puffy, like she'd been crying. She held her cheek, guilt feeling her chest. Anger filled my system as I realized what happened and couldn't stop myself from what was about to happen next.

I stormed inside past her and found lover boy holding a glass, looking all high and mighty like he was proud of what he did. As much as Rose described him as loving and sweet, I saw the opposite. "How could you treat her like that? Like she's some teddy bear you take care of, then throw it in the trash?!" I was furious.

"Justin please don't." She said sternly. Like I'd listen. I still had some alcohol in my system but whatever. He deserves what he's getting next.

"Fuck outta here Bieber!!" He threw the glass at me and I dodged it. It smashed against the wall. I ran up to him and swung for his face, he dodged it. I regained my balance from missing and turned to face him. As soon as I did, his fist came in contact with my cheek, making me stumble back.

Rose tried to stop him from hitting me again and she was knocked back, falling to the floor. I heard a loud thud and realized she hit her head falling down. Chris swung again; I dodged it and ran to Rose. It made me even madder that he didn't acknowledge he just knocked his girlfriend out. I held her face in my hands; she was unconscious. I picked her up and pulled my phone out of my pocket, dialing 911.

"Oh my god Rose!" Chris rushed to me, but I backed up. "Stay the fuck away! You caused this, I'm fixing it." He glared. "Are you kidding me? She's my girlfriend!" I ignored him and answered the phone, explaining everything to the lady.

**

Rosaline Fletcher

I woke up in a bright room, my head pounding. Trying to remember what happened earlier was painful. I sat up and soon felt dizzy. Someone held my arms to steady me and help me lay back down gently. I looked over to see that person wasn't who I thought it was. It was Justin. I looked around to see if Chris was here, but he was no where to be found.

"What happened?" I asked, holding my head, wincing at the pain.

"You don't remember?" I shook my head, groaning at the pain that came back. "I don't," I responded.

He rubbed his chin. "I see...well I think it's best you stay at my place for a little while." I was beyond confused. "Wait what happened that I have to stay at your place?" His expression said everything. Some thing bad happened. "Justin please tell me." He sighed and sat in the chair beside the bed. "The doctor said you might not be able to remember what happened but I'll tell you." He told me everything from him coming into my house, to him and Chris getting into a fight; me getting knocked out by my own boyfriend. I honestly felt stupid for getting in the middle of that fight like that.