The Next Day...
I woke up, my face and eyes sore from all the crying I did last night. My heart was hurting. I can't believe he did that. And with her!
"Fuck..." I hiss, rubbing my stomach. I could help the tears that were falling down my cheeks. I was getting upset.
"No. No. I can't let this get to me. Calm down (y/n). Think about the baby. Think about the baby." You say to yourself.
After a while, you calmed down and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
"Hey baby." Justin coos coming to kiss you. You wince as his lips touch your cheek.
"What's wrong baby?" He asks.
You shake your head, walking to the fridge, grabbing you a bottle of water.
"Um... Can we go to the studio? I-I have a song I wanna finish." You say.
"Okay. Can I stay and listen?" He smirks.
"Of course." You say.
"Hey (y/n)." Your music producer says.
"Sup Tre. Um... I wanna finish up a song." You say putting your bag down.
"Okay. Which one?"
"The heartbreak song." You mumble. His eyes widen, looking over to Justin.
"You sure?" He asks.
"Um hum." You mumble, headed to the booth.
You pull the earphones on your ears starting the last part of the song You were on. You felt yourself beginning to cry as the music plays.
I know she was attractive but I was here first
Been ridin' with you for six years why did I deserve
To be treated this way by you, you
I know your probably thinking what's up with Me
I been crying for too long what did you do to me
I used to be so strong but now you took my soul
I'm crying can't stop crying can't stop crying
You could've told me that you wasn't happy
I know you didn't wanna hurt me
But look what you've done-done to me now
I gotta look at her in her eyes and see she's had half of me
How could you lie
You find yourself staring at Justin as you sang the last part. Right then, he knew he hurt you. That sing was written when you find out about him and Chantel. It still hurt so you couldn't let go. You resented him. You hated to say that, or feel that way, but you did. Yeah you forgave him, but you still couldn't trust him.
Tears fall from your eyes, as you take the head phones off. You walk out of the booth, wiping your tears away.
"You okay?" Tre asks.
"Yeah... I'll be fine." You mumble sniffing. Justin stands there, his hands in his pocket.
"(Y/n)... I-"
"Not now." You groan, grabbing your bag. "Thanks Tre."
He nods as you walk out of the door.
You cover your eyes with your dark shades, heading to the car, Justin behind you. As you enter the car, Justin slides in beside you. The car starts to move, and you guys were headed to the house.
It was silent at first, just the sounds of the car moving.
"(Y/n)... I can explain..."
"N-no." You whimper. "No you can't."
"Babe..."
"Don't call me that..." You snap wiping tears away.
"(Y/n)... Baby I'm sorry."
"You said you didn't do anything with her..." Your words came out as sobs.
"I-"
"Was it that night?" You ask.
"Was what..."
"The oral sex... Was it night of the video?"
You turn to look at him, guilt washes over his face.
"Oh god..." You groan rubbing your face.
"(Y/n)..."
"I can't stay with you anymore." You say.
"Wha- baby. Wait let's talk about this?"
"No. I need... I need to be away from you. I can't even be in this car with you right now."
"(Y/n) we can talk this out." He begs.
"You lied. I asked you if you did anything with her and you said no. You lied." You could barely finish your sentence without crying.
"Baby please..." His voice was strained. He sounded so broken and hurt.
"I can't..." You say looking out the window.
Soon you guys were at the house. You quickly get out the car, rushing into the house, not looking back.
"(Y/n)! Stop please..." Justin begs.
"What?!" You yell turning to face him.
"Look I'm sorry. I should have told you. I know. But I was scared and... I can't lose you. You mean to much to me."
"You should've thought about that when you did... That with her." You croak, covering your mouth, the picture of them in your head.
"(Y/n) don't cry..." He says coming closer.
"Don't touch me." You cry. "I can't... I can't be touched by you right now."
You run upstairs, into a spare room, not wanting to go into Justin's room. You grab your phone, dialing Chrissy's number.
"Hey babe. What's up?"
"I-I wanna come home..." You cry.
Soon you were packing to leave. Justin sat on the couch, watching as you walked out the door. You couldn't look at him. His broken face and body was too much for you to handle.
"I'm so sorry (y/n)." He sobs.
You look at the door, tears falling down your cheeks.
"I'm not giving up on us..." You say trying to hold it in. "I've put... Six years in you. I love you to much to let something break us. But it hurts me too much right now."
"So this isn't goodbye?" He asks.
"N-no." You stammer. "This isn't."
He sighs in relief. "I don't want you to go."
You look at him. "I-I can't stay..." Your words were shaky.
You couldn't stand there anymore, you walk out to the car, not looking back.
