A Player Felt Love (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 36: But I Need You

Two Months Later

(Femke's P.O.V)

I sat back on my bed with tears streaming down my pale face. My fingers were trembling and my shoulders never stopped shaking because of my sobs. My eyes were red and swollen from continuous crying. 

I needed to see him. I wanted him to hold me. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him to tell me he loved me and that he would teach Anthony a lesson for what he kept doing to me in these past two months. 

My back ached from the pain and so did my neck. I reached out and placed a hand on my stomach, sensing a stinging pain. I picked up my shirt and saw a huge purple patch right above my belly button. I examined my arms which had scratches and bruises on them. My face was as pale as the wall. 

I was entirely devastated. 

My heart started beating faster when I heard the door of the bathroom click open. I looked over at it and saw Anthony coming out half naked. He had his boxers on. 

He shot a smirk at me and walked towards the window, pushing the curtains apart and letting the morning sun rays hit the floor and bed of the room. My sobs grew when he stepped closer to me, resting his hands on either side of me as he placed a kiss on my forehead. 

"I hope you remember what I said, love." he whispered onto my head and got back up, putting on his shirt. He turned around, giving me a small wink and he left. 

An enormous amount of tears escaped my eyes and I shut them, in order to stop. I didn't let more sobs come out and covered my mouth with my hand. 

Anthony had used me. He has used me really badly. He used me, bruised me and had made my life a living hell. 

"If you say a word about what's going on between us. Then, Femke, you have no idea what I'm capable of." he had threatened me. I still remember the seriousness and evilness in his eyes. How dead serious, yet evil he was. I remember every single of his touch. How and where he had hurt me. In these past two months, he had done it to me a lot of times. I don't know why he was doing it. But he hurt me even more than Justin. He was taking my life away. 

And the dreadful part was that I couldn't do anything about it. His father was a Congressman. For saying something against him, I could get my whole family in jail. Or, the leftover family I had. 

After continuously crying for, what seemed like, forever, I turned to my right and grabbed my cell phone which was kept on the side-table. 

Even though I had been trying this since the past two months, I still dialed his number again. It rang. It rang and rang but he didn't pick up and ultimately cut the call. It had been going on since the past two months. The lady would no longer say that his phone was switched off, it would ring. But he wouldn't pick up. He'd cut the call. 

This was the time I needed him the most. I had been dying to hear his voice. I would cry myself to sleep because of him. Because of this mental and physical torture. Because of this hard phase of my life. I wanted it to be over soon. 

I had never imagined myself going through this hell. I just never imagined ever getting to witness this stage that I'd always see documentaries about. Stages that I would feel pity for the girls suffering it. And now? I was one of those girls. Left. Abandoned. Used. Hopeless voice. Threats. I was utterly crushed and broken but still desired to see Justin because at this moment, he was the only ray if sunshine in my life. 

Aunt Melissa still has one more month to spend in Washington and I can't bear to handle this pain and treatment for another month. I would die. 

I let out a sigh and placed the phone back on the table, letting the tears freely move down my cheeks. At least one part of my got freedom. 

Why wasn't he picking up? Did he find someone else? Did he get over me? Was it all a prank of his, coming back to me? Was it all just a joke?

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It was 7 PM in the evening and I hadn't moved from my place unless I had to go to the bathroom. I was depressed and in a depth of stress. I wanted to die. I hadn't heart anything from Justin and Anthony would be here any minute. 

I wish I could die. I wish I could die. I wish I could die! 

My body jolted at the harsh voice of the door opening and slamming shut. 

"No," I whimpered, laying back on the bed with the blankets wrapped tightly around myself. "No, please." I pleaded in a whisper. I could hear footsteps coming closer to the door, increasing my heartbeat. My body was trembly when I heard a hand on the door knob, swiftly turning it around and pushing the door open so hard that it slammed on the wall as it opened. My eyes were tightly shut and I let out a loud sob when the blankets were lifted off of me. Refusing to open my eyes, he grabbed my arm and forced me to sit straight. 

"Anthony, please." I whispered, trying hard not to cry. 

"Is he all you ever think about?" another, very familiar voice asked in a whisper. My eyes shot open and I found Justin standing in front of me. 

"Justin.." I let out a gasp. The happiness which was missing since the last two months finally came flying back. My tear-stained eyes had a sparkle in them ad I felt a sudden burst of energy and I got up and let my arms wide open to hug him. But he roughly pushed me away, causing me to stumble back on the bed. 

A gasp escaped my lips as I looked up at him in shock, he had tears in his eyes too. I didn't know why. 

"You're the most selfish and cruel person I have ever met!" he yelled on top of his lungs, making me jump at how harsh his voice was. 

"Justin, what happened? What did I do?" I whispered in fear. He let out a dry chuckle through those sobs. 

"Like you're so innocent?! Quit fucking acting!" he grabbed me by my shoulders, taking my by surprise. I stared deeply in his eyes and saw pure hate it them but I had no clue why and for what. 

The moment I needed him the most, he's acting nothing less than Anthony. 

And I did not like where this was going.