Only My Bully?

Part 10

Part 10

"She slit his wrists as he buried his heart"

Selena's POV

I feel something poke me in my sleep and I open my eyes to see the devil on top of me causing me to scream.

Seriously again.

Why does he keep doing this?

I mean he did once before but still.

Again.

I gasp. "WHY ARE YOU HERE?" I ask as I shout at the monster who unfortunately is Justin.

I thought monsters are supposed to be under the bed, not on top of you.

His eyes widen in shock. "Jeez, don't need to scream" Justin groans, getting off of me and sits on the chair instead.

Well, what else are you supposed to do if someone wakes you up in the middle of the night.

Make them food?

Ask them politely, why they appeared in your room in the middle of night unannounced?

I rub my tired eyes. "Plz tell me, this will not be a routine for you" I groan, going back to sleep and I hear a chuckle from his side but I am too tired to even say something.

I moan at my soft bed. "Well, if it annoys you, then yes it will be" Justin says and I feel his presence in my bed before his arms are snuggling me causing me to groan.

I shake him off. "What, get out of my bed" I say, pushing him away from me but of course he ignores me and stays asleep on my bed.

I scoff and budget as far as I can from him which isn't very far as I have a small bed. I feel my arms wrap around my waist pushing me closer to him causing me to blush but I feel slightly warmer than usual.

I bite my lip. "I do what I want Slutlena" Justin whispers, leaving little trails of kisses on the back of my neck as his fingers softly caress my stomach.

I didn't get him at all.

He's acting like my boyfriend then calls me a slut.

I mean it's not like he likes me or even thinks of me and when he thinks of me, it's probably ways to hurt me.

I let out a breath and closes my eyes trying to go to sleep as I feel Justin's light breathing on my back.

I don't know, maybe he couldn't sleep.

Maybe his mum is a sleep talker or a snorer.

I mean he did sometimes appear in my room when we were younger twice.

I loved our sleepovers.

Just me and Justin hanging out, telling stories.

I don't have any siblings or any other friends and he kind of made up for it all.

I can't help but sleep thinking about him.

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I feel a grip on my waist and I open my eyes in pain. I look at my waist to see Justin's hand clutched onto it really tight.

I groan in pain. "D-don't weave me" I hear Justin whisper as his hand remains on my waist.

I am confused to what he's saying but I take his hand away from me but as soon as I did that, he whimpers and envelopes his hand with mine pulling me closer to him.

I bite my lip worried. "Daddy, d-don't hate m-me" He whispers and I see a tear roll out of his closed eyes.

Is he dreaming about his dad but why would his dad hate him?

All I know is that after his dad left, we had stopped talking.

It killed me slowly but maybe that's what happens.

When you lose someone, it just doesn't make you want to be close to anyone anymore.

Because you're afraid that, you'll lose you too.

And that fear kills you.

You'd think you'd try to get closer to them but you don't. Instead, your fear builds up and you spend so much time thinking with that fear, your friends leave you because you spend as much time with them as before.

I let out a shaky breath. "Jay" I say worried placing my hand on his cheek wiping away his tears and I feel his breath quicken and see his chest moving up and down causing me to bite my lip slightly frightened.

I gulp. "I-I can't b-breath" Justin suddenly chokes as he wakes up gasping for air causing me to jump up with him.

He holds his head in pain like he's trying to force himself to forget something.

But what?

I look at him in fear and worry. "Justin" I whisper but he doesn't seem to hear me and sits up against the headboard sniffling a little. "Justin" I say again but louder and he groans, looking at me confused.

I gulp. "Where am I?" He asks with a groan again and I look at him confused.

How did he forget where he is?

I mumble under my breath. "In my house, because you forced yourself in my room scaring me and slept in my bed like a crazy person," I say a little too aggressive and he nods with an eye roll.

He runs his hand through his hair. "Got it" He says, laying his head back and I feel like hugging him tightly.

Wait what?

I don't even want to touch him at all.

I sheepishly smile. "Soooo.... what were you dreaming about?" I ask Justin causing his head to snap in my direction with an angry expression on his face, as always.

Ok maybe I shouldn't have asked the question.

I gulp in fear. "None of your business" He growls and grabs my arms pulling me on top of him causing me to gasp at his actions.

I glare at him as he does the same, but he suddenly looks down at my legs which are by his sides and my hand which are placed against his naked chest.

Wait when did he take his shirt off?

WHO CARES, I WANT TO TOUCH HIM.

My breathing harshen at the intensity of our eyes.

"Can you let go of me?" I ask in a whisper feeling myself blush but when I look back at him, I see his eyes has slightly darkened, and he moves upwards causing me to moan but I quickly shut my mouth before anything came out.

I let out a shaky breath. "Justin, something from y-your pocket is poking me" I slightly moan as it slides into me. He moans and grips my hips pushing it more into and I moan louder clutching onto his shoulders.

Wait is it his cock?

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