A Player Felt Love (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 41: Wrecked

Sorry if the chapter is short! I just wrote it the moment I got up. Like in hardly half an hour because I had to give you guys something! You're patient with me so I should be fair to you people :) I have so much love for all of you, I swear.

Dedication to @ayejdbimagines because she understood me :') she understood that I have a life and can't update really soon. And have exams which will go till the mid of April. *sigh*

My birthday's on 6th of March! :D just a little reminder. :3

Now, read on. I'm kind of happy with this chapter, though :D

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(Femke's P.O.V)

I was constantly shifting left to right on my empty bed. My mind never in the state to rest as I kept thinking of what Anthony said to me last night.

~ Flashback ~

The bedroom door quietly opened. My grip on the duvet tightened as I held it close to my body. Resisting to let go. My body trembling even harsher when the side of my bed dug.

"Femke?" his voice usually drunk, pronouncing my name wrong, was now completely sober and each syllable came out right. "I know you're awake. You never sleep this early." his attempt on pulling the duvet away was only forcing me to fight back. I held on tight to the duvet, refusing to show my face. Though this guy scared the crap out of me, but at times all I wanted to do was fight with him. "I just wanna talk!" he finally exclaimed, making my grip on the duvet loosened. He could just talk from there. "Fine. I'll talk anyways." it was like he was reading my mind.

My mind was fully concentrating on his every word. He never wanted to 'talk' to me before like this. This had to be something important.

"I - Uh, I talked to Justin," he spoke as my eyes widened, "I told him everything. The truth. I told him how you never cheated on him and that my friends lied to him. That the only guy you ever laid eyes upon was him." I slowly pulled the duvet off, sure of my actions when I saw he was sober.

"W-Why would you do that?" I whispered. He ruffled his hand through his hair, trying to find words to say.

"I figured what I did was - bad. It took my five months, but I manage to cope up. A stupid reason, I know. But I saw those bruises and -"

"I get it." I quickly said, not wanting to be reminded of the dreadful memories that stung me every time I remembered them. "And," I took a deep breath, "Thank you."

~ Flashback Over ~

I never thought I'd say those two words to Anthony. As much as I hated his guts, I was still in shock he'd be the one opening up to Justin. It could be anyone but God chose him. Anthony told Justin the truth.

It was evening by now and I was still on my bed, trailing off in my own world time and again.

Was Justin ever going to come back? Was he going to hold me in this stage? More over, was I going to give him a chance to hold me?

My thoughts were interrupted by some noises from outside. I preferred ignoring them but they just got more harsher.

"What the-" I stopped in my mid sentence when I heard his voice. My heart doing a backflip in the moment.

"What did you do to my Femke?!" his voice echoed in my mind. I was sure my assumption was wrong as I went towards my window and all I could see was two figured fighting.

"Damn it," I muttered, running out of the room and down the stairs in a flash. Quickly barging the door open of the house and coming in contact with those two figures.

"Why did you do that?!" he yelled. It was Justin. His back was facing me as Anthony stood in front of him. As Anthony's gaze shifted to the door behind Justin at the noise, Justin himself turned around. And his eyes came in contact with mine.

Red, puffy, tear stained as he stared at my state. His eyes trailed down to my body and saw the bruises on my hands before he turned and went for another punch. That was until I stopped him.

"Justin!" I scolded, grabbing his arm in attempt to stop him. "Anthony, leave." I gave Anthony a look as he glared at Justin and stormed away.

I turned to look at Justin as he stared down at me. My hand quickly slipped away from him as I looked away. My attempt on getting inside the house failed as he grabbed my wrist.

"Just talk to me. Please," his voice broke as I got my wrist out of his grip, he looked at me pleadingly. No, I couldn't fall for that again.

"Don't even try," I shook my head, shedding some tears. Unexpectedly, Justin dropped himself on his knees. Tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked up at me like he was my slave and I was his master.

"No, I have to try at least." he begged, looking up and reaching out to grab my hand. He stroked it, trying to get me to calm down enough so I would listen to him but I roughly got my hand out of his grip, got inside the house and slammed the door behind myself. And the moment the door slammed, my back hit the door with my arms wrapped around my chest in attempt to protect myself from what Justin was bringing over. Being all drowned, tears streamed down my face and I sobbed a bit, falling to the floor as I brought my knees up to my chest in protection.

I knew Justin hadn't left yet. And I knew this wasn't finished yet. That he still had a lot in mind, so much that could wreck me more.