Broken (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 6

" Why? "

I groaned feeling someone grab my wrist.

I jolted upwards covering my cuts.

I looked over to see Justin looking at me in shock.

" Why? " Justin pushed looking me in the eyes.

I broke our gaze looking at my cuts. " Things happen. " I said my voice breaking a little.

Justin grabbed my wrist examing my scars. " When's the last time this happend? " He asked concerned.

" Like a week ago... " I trailed off.

I tried to pull my wrist away from Justin, but his grip was to strong.

Justin sat up so he was level with me. " Don't do it again, please. " Justin said.

I swallowed a tear rolling down my face.

Justin kissed my scars. " Please. " 

I nodded. He let go of my wrist wrapping his arms around my waist. I hugged him back.

" I'm going to try. " Justin whispered in my ear before kissing my neck and letting go of me.

I blushed a little. " Me too. "

Justin gave me a smirk before standing up and walking into his bathroom.

I sat there staring at my cuts. I knew why I cut, I did it do release my pain and sadness. It was more like a drug to me. I was broken, and I had the feeling for some reason that Justin needed me and I needed him. 

My thoughts were cut off when the bathroom door swung open to Justin just a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet and messy.

I found myself staring.

Justin smirked at me and walked over to his dresser grabbing his clothes.

I got up from the bed and walked out of his room and headed downstairs to make us some breakfast.

I walked into the kitchen and kinda just helped myself to the bread and popped it in the toaster.

" Justin honey how a- " 

I turned around to see a small women with blackish hair walk in.

" Uhh... Justin is upstairs. " I said breaking her gaze from me.  

" Thank you sweetie. " She said and turned around and walked back out of the kitchen.

I sighed in releif.

* Justin POV *

I put on some sweats and a white v-neck. 

I tought it was cute how Taylor got all nervous when I walked out.

Speaking of Taylor last time I checked she walked downstaris.

I walked out of my room heading downstairs. The only place I could think she would be is in the kitchen.

" Justin Drew Bieber. " 

I turned around to see my mom. Shit.

" Uhh, hi mom. " I said.

My mom crossed her arms over her chest. " Who's the girl? " She snarled.

Crap she must of ran into her. " A friend. And what did you do? " I asked.

" Justin! How many times do I have to tell you not to bring your 'toys' into my house anymore! " My mom spat.

I felt my blood boil. " First of all, we did nothing, and second of all she's not a toy, mother. " I growled.