Mind Of Mine ~ Justin Bieber as Jason McCann

chapter two: My Cindy.

Jason's POV
Jason McCann she will never be yours, get over it.
She was gorgeous. Out of this world in fact. Her brunette locks tangled with the gentle breeze, her electric blue eyed gaze slowly intertwining with mine. Through all of her perfections, I seemed to be the only one who saw it. The true travesty that hung over her head like a grudge; she was urging to tell someone, urging to make that cry for help; instead she locked it away in the forgotten closet deep inside her mind. The bruises on her were obvious, the shape of a hand curled its way around her neck to replicate this one there were five others, two on her chest, one on her forearm and another on the handle of her waist. The fear followed her everywhere and disappeared when forced to, almost like a shadow. She would continue covering them up with cosmetics to hide the truth, unfortunately for her though she couldn't use those cosmetics to cover up the nasty bruises in her mind; this was a bonus for me as it allowed me to see the naked truth no matter how ugly it may be.

She shifted her glance breaking our intimate stare down. She then sighed and turned away on the balls of her feet, I watched her figure disappear into the abyss of her bedroom. Even when she wasn't around I could see her, she was always far from my touch but never far from my thoughts.

I heaved out another sigh and turned back to my house. My house wasn't big but it wasn't small either. We had a large front porch with a double door entrance, the red bricks used to build the house were covered in moss and greenery; my dad liked it this way he said the house welcomed the nature warmly. The hall way was narrow and long with two merely large arches, one leading to the living room and the other leading to the open planned kitchen kitchen dining-room that overlooked the lake. Upstairs was spacious and had four large doors, the two on the left lead to my dad and step-mom's room and the bathroom, the one on the right was my younger brother's room and finally, tucked away right at the back of the landing, was my room. I liked being out of the way, I was 17, I needed my privacy. My room had a large window that looked out to the rest of the forest, the walls coated in a dark grey paint with the occasional chip in it. My bed took centre stage right in the middle of the back wall, aside from my bed there were two bed side tables on either side, my desk with my laptop on it and old candy bar wrappers, my guitar, my closet, basket ball jerseys in photo frames were hung up on the wall and a few miscellaneous items of clothing decorated my grey carpet. I hated my room to look organised, when it was clean it looked untouched and I didn't like that, the mess was enough to prove that someone had actually lived there.

I ran upstairs to the bathroom and turned the tap on at the sink, I rolled up my sleeves and splashed my face with cold water. I averted my eyes to the mirror, not moving my head or glance I placed my hands symmetrical to each other on either side of the mirror and let out a heavy sigh. My silence was interrupted when I heard a loud bang on the bathroom door, I hesitated before opening it taking a short moment to breathe. I opened the door and found my 13-year old brother, Harvey, leaning against the wall with an annoyed expression painted all over his face.

"What do you want?", I questioned. His blue eyes locked on to my stare, he opened his mouth and with no hesitation said quite simply, "A piss". "Aye language if Ka-" "Mom.", he intersected. "Yeah well if Mom catches you talking like that she'll-" "She'll what?". I was interrupted again, although this time by my step-mom, Kate.

Kate had been around ever since I was four, after my mom abandoned us. My dad and Kate met after her car broke down, him being a car mechanic and all went out to fix it, the two connected and eventually fell in love and had my baby brother. I had always seen Kate as my mom since the memories of my real one were tainted. To this day I still don't know why my real mom left the way she did, why she decided to pack up and leave her childhood sweetheart and four-year old son. These questions burned away in the pit of my stomach to this day.

I found myself there again, in a trans running circles around my thoughts. I quickly stopped in my tracks and came back to reality; I grasped onto my backpack on the floor, scruffed Harvey's hair, kissed Kate on the cheek and jumped down the stairs before the word 'bye' could even pass their lips. I brushed past my dad on my way out so I quickly said goodbye. I grabbed the handle and as I opened the door her silhouette had returned and she was leant against my porch railings.