A Player Felt Love (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 38: No Regrets

Dedication to @lesslonely for her motivating comment "SERIOUSLU MY FAV FANFIC!" :D love it!

P.s no, Femke isn't really Anthony's ex. It's just some pathetic rumors that little idiot Justin believed :D

Now, read on:

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Three Months Later

(Anthony's P.O.V)

It was morning by now. The sun ray hit the floor through the clear windows as the birds chirped, signaling us to get up.

I was in the lounge. To my surprise, I had gotten up earlier than usual. Three months had passed since that incident with Justin and this was the first time that thought came up to my mind and woke me up first thing in the morning. I was thinking it all over, every thing that happened. Was it worth it? Sure hell it was, I took something precious away from Justin. That was my goal. But then again I would think if Femke. A reason to feel satisfied for doing this to her. Did I do wrong? I had no clue. I should have, but I didn't.

Without thinking more over it, I just got up and started getting dressed. But my mind stayed on Femke the whole time. Was I really causing her pain for something stupid and small that Just did to me? I mean, it was just a little fist fight that I got in with Justin. But it was Femke's fault since Justin was being so over-protective over her.

I was completely dressed in less than a minute. Or so to me it was since I was thinking the whole time. Quickly getting anything that ever belonged to me, I darted towards her room. She wasn't as I left her. She was sleeping when I woke and now, there she was, sitting there and looking numb. Her eyelids would open and close after every five seconds and her back rested along the back of the bed. Her tear-stained face and her shoulders would shrug every time she sobbed. And her sobs were unstoppable as she had Bren crying every day since the past three months.

I must admit, a part of me felt bad for putting her in such a state. But then again, Justin deserved this. For doing what he did. Who told him to mess with me? And I only hurt the most loved things of the person who messes with me. I knew for a fact that Femke was like his soul-mate. As far as I learned, they had a pretty rough past and Justin always wanted to make it up to her and get her back. C'mon! Where else was I going to get a better revenge from?

I realized I had been staring at her for too long because she moved a bit uncomfortably under my gaze. I looked down and let out a chuckle before opening the half-opened door from where I was peeking at her. Taking some steps towards the bed as I sat next to her, taking her hand in mine. She winced and tried to get her hand out of the grip but I quickly looked at with a serious glare.

"Quit fighting." I stated and she quickly stopped. I felt a little evil, but happy that she was following my commands. A smirk played on my lips as I rolled up her sleeves in attempt to see why she always winced when I touched her. But the smile instantly dropped and my eyes widened in shock when I saw what secrets she held there.

"What the fuck?" I cursed, examining them more carefully as she slowly looked at me. Her hands were literally chomped. Bruises every where. Purple patches and cuts. I didn't hesitate and picked up the end of her shirt to look at her somach. Same situation. Even her legs were the same. I felt my heart beat rising a bit. I could get in jail for this. But my fad was a congressman. No one could dare mess with me.

Rising to my feet, I looked at her face which held some bruises as well. She tilted her face to look up at me, still horrified. I smirked a bit at her, showing as if these bruises didn't matter to me. Though they hit me like tons of rocks. I was a tough guy, no doubt. But, even to me, this had gotten a bit too far.

"See ya," was all I said before grabbing my bag and escaping. For some weird reason, I didn't even kiss her on her lips or forehead like I usually did. She looked down, hoping I'd kiss her but when I didn't, I could see confusion in her eyes as I escaped from the room and her house.

I had a very uncomfortable feeling in me and it was killing me. Was it Femke and the way I had treated her? Was it for hurting her? Was it for taking away the only thing that made her smile? In any ways, it would only lead to Femke making me feel this way. I had no idea how to stop thinking about all this.

(Justin's P.O.V)

The smell of alcohol filling the air as every body moved to the rhythm. Music was on loud speakers and everyone was indulged in the hectic party. The club was filled with all types of people.

A glass of vodka in one hand as the other rested along the bar to look at the wild crowd. But even after so much trying, I still couldn't feel happy. I mean, I am Justin Bieber! The guy who got happy when he saw clubs and naked girls. But now, it never worked. Ever since that incident with Femke back in New York, all my friends had tried making me happy once again. Taking me out to different expensive restaurants and clubs. Never even once did a smile appear on my lips. I was so gloomy. Too gloomy that it was dangerous.

Canada was supposed to be the land that made me hyped up. Bringing me to my feet and making me jump up and down with joy when I needed. But instead, it seemed like every other country. Especially being the country where I met Femke for the first time. I was hating it right now. No offense.

"C'mon!" I was interrupted as my eyes rapidly opened and closed, looking at the drunk figure ahead of me which stumbled a bit. It was a girl but since the light was at her back, I couldn't see her clearly. But I recognized the dress. It was what Stephanie, my ex, wore at our date at this club. Once again, it was her in the same dress at the same place with the same guy.

"Hey," I called out, grabbing her by the shoulders to prevent her from falling.

"Heyy," she slurred and winked, taking my exclaimed 'hey' in the wrong way. I let her latch her hand around my neck as she took my support to stand on her feet.

"You're awfully drunk, Stephanie" I raised my eyebrows at her hard alcoholic breath. "I think that's enough for tonight." I said, taking her drink away on her attempt to gulp it down. She groaned as she reached out for it, only for it to be pulled back further. I laid it on the counter and let my arm hold her waist.

"Aw, c'mon" she whined, "don't act like you care. We ain't together anymore, Justin." she whispered the end part before chuckling to herself and tried to walk away as her foot nearly twisted but I caught het again, she let out a loud gasp, quickly followed by some giggles as she turned and wrapped both her arms around my neck, coming closer to me. I took a few steps back and she took a few forward as she was completely all over me. She drunkenly smirked at me. "Take me home, please" she pouted and tilted her head a bit. I rolled my eyes and shook my head as she frowned in response. "Oh, c'mon! We had fun on the first night" she winked, tightening her grip around my shoulders. Her hands started going down my waist, massaging my body. Her attempt on turning me on. I couldn't help the smirk that played on my lips from the memory of my first time with her. "After all," she continued, shrugging her shoulders as she chuckled once again, coming more closer. "You can't let that bitch turn you into this. You know we were much better together. C'mon, just once. I bet I could do you better than her." she smiled almost innocently. My smile instantly dropped and I boiled in anger when she mentioned Femke. What that girl did to me was something that made me furious and tore me apart every time I thought about it.

Stephanie, obviously, noticed my sudden stiffness as she quickly caved me in a hug. Her breath trickling down my neck and I knew what this hug was an excuse of. I felt her lips press softly on my neck, making a soft moan release my lips and I didn't even try to pull away because she was succeeding in her attempt to turn me on. She shifted her lips from my neck to my ear, her warm breath hitting my ear. My eyes closed at our interaction. "Let's go and have some fun, yeah?" she seductively whispered, I could almost feel her smirk as I smiled myself. And not feeling an inch of regret, I slowly nodded. Letting her take my hand and escort me out of the club for the exciting moment ahead.

This could be my chance to give Femke a piece of what she did to me. Going behind my back and cheating on me with her ex, she was going to get a taste of her own medicine.