Taking It Slow (possibly discontinued)

Chapter 6- Ian's pov

"Actually, forget that I asked. You're coming with." Justin told me. I looked at him, confused. "Don't take this the wrong way, but from what I saw last night, I don't trust you staying here by yourself." I nodded in understanding, since I probably would try something.
    "Okay." I mumbled, "Do you think I can wear something else then?" I asked, trying to make it as nice as I could so he doesn't get mad.
     "Yeah probably a good idea." He said, looking at my body. Justin then turned around and started walking. I stayed where I was until he turned his head towards his shoulder, "You coming?" he laughed. I quickly started following him.
     We went upstairs and into his room, "You can sit on the bed if you want." he informed me. I took his offer and sat down. I laid down, because the bed was so comfortable, as he walked into his closet. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to the feeling of someone watching me. I opened my eyes and saw Justin looking at me, I jumped at how close he was.
    "What are you doing?" I questioned him, not liking how close he was to me. His face turned red.
    "Well I was grabbing you clothes, then when I came out I saw you sleeping on the bed. Part of me didn't want to wake you up so I was going to watch you sleep, but you woke up before I could." He looked down at the ground, "Sorry. Here's some clothes that might fit you." He said, handing them to me. I looked at the clothes, jeans, boxers, and a sweater. I gave him a half smile and walked to the bathroom.
     I changed and looked in the mirror, I look good I thought to myself. The jeans were a little big and so was the sweater, but I think sweaters are supposed to be a little baggy. I walked out and saw him in the hallway. Justin looked over at me and smiled, "Ready?"  He asked. I nodded. We walked down the stairs, through the kitchen and dining room, and what I assumed to be the living room. We then walked out the door and into the driveway, then we got in his car.
     I buckled my seatbelt and Justin did as well. I looked at the house as we pulled out of the driveway, "You have a nice house."
      "Thanks." Justin laughed. I looked over at him and his smile lowered, "Can I ask you some questions?"
       I sighed, "Well you did bring me into your home not even knowing me, so yeah."
      "You don't have to answer all of them if you don't want to," he looked over at me and I nodded, "how old are you?"
      "16, how about you?" I asked him.
      "I'm 28." He told me, wow didn't think he was that old,  "You were going to jump off that bridge weren't you."
       "Yes." I said.
       "Why?"
       My breathing started getting uneven and I started getting sweaty, "To get away from the pain."
       "Who was causing you pain?"
       I started tearing up. Oh god, I didn't think it was going to be this hard, "Someone." I didn't want to say my father. He threatened to kill me if I ever told someone.
       "What'd they do?"
       That's when I broke. I closed my eyes and gripped my hair. I was having an anxiety attack. I was crying. My heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't help it. I wanted it to stop.
       He pulled the car over, "I'm so sorry! You should've told me to stop." He said. I heard him get out of the car. He's leaving you my mind told me. I heard my door open, "You're safe." I heard Justin's voice say. I felt his arms over me and heard the click of the seatbelt, he's kicking you out of the car. "Can you turn towards me?" Justin asked. It took me a little bit but I finally turned my body towards the opening of the car door. "Look at me." He told me. I opened my eyes, but still had a hold of my hair. Justin looked so worried, it made me feel bad. "Do this with me," he told me, then he raised his hand in front of his chest upward and said "1," like he was taking a deep breath in, then he said "2," as he lowered his hand taking a breath out. I followed what he was doing as he continued counting. He stopped when he reached the number 10. I wasn't panicking anymore and felt calm, my hands weren't gripping my hair anymore and I stopped crying. I couldn't believe that worked. "Do you feel better?"
"Yes, thank you." I nodded.
"No problem." He said. Justin went back to the divers side and I shut the door and buckled my seatbelt. Justin did the same thing and continued driving. It was silent, but it felt nice.