Mind Of Mine ~ Justin Bieber as Jason McCann

chapter eight: My Lover The Monster.

Cynthia's POV
My heart beat tripled, I felt all of my internals dropping to the floor, the sound of the music was taken over by the sound of my heart beat, it felt as if the whole world had stopped turning. The music blared so loudly that I couldn't here myself think. I pushed myself through the crowd of drunken people; girls danced semi naked around long silver poles that stood tall on circular pedestals. The air around me was unpleasant but familiar as strong notes of cigarette smoke, weed and alcohol lingered through it. It flowed around me and I had no choice but to breathe it in. A stranger I passed handed me a cigarette and lighter, I took them from him and lit the cigarette placing it against my lips as I handed him back the lighter. The chemical scent of the room and my first inhale made me feel light headed.

Through the mass of people I saw him - he was sat on a sleek sofa in a white, long-sleeved, button-up shirt, black suit pants and black brogues with some girl that kept placing a cigarette in his mouth for him to smoke. Around him sat three guys in suits all holding bottles of beer. On the large table in front of them stood numerous bottles of alcohol and a few ashtrays. In front of the table was one of those circular pedestals with a pole on. Dancing around the pole was a familiar face. Her name was Blair. The first time I had come here I had been invited by her. I met Jackson through her and when I started coming here regularly she had been my best friend. I never saw her much outside of the club, sometimes I'd pass her in town and we'd exchange a small smile before returning to our regular lives. I hadn't seen her in a while so starting a conversation would sound easier than it actually would be.

It took me by surprise when I looked back to see that he was looking at me. Our eyes met for the first time in so long. My heart beat tripled, I felt all of my internals dropping to the floor, the sound of the music was taken over by the sound of my heart beat, it felt as if the whole world had stopped turning. He whispered something to the guys that sat around him and started walking intimidatingly towards me. He stopped when our faces were centimetres from touching. All the words I had to say to him were snatched from out of my mouth as he looked me up and down. He grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me outside.

Jason's POV
I watched from afar waiting for Cynthia to leave the building. My eyes were just starting to close when I heard a door slam. I snapped my eyes open and shot up making sure I was still hidden. It was Cynthia but she wasn't alone. She was with a tall man I'd probably say he was about 6ft meaning he would be quite a bit taller than myself. His neck was coated in tattoos and they looked as if they trailed down to his chest. His arms also looked as if they were sleeved with tattoos as a small part of his arms were on show, the tattoos also made their way down his hand and on every one of his fingers. He looked intimidating - really intimidating. He pulled Cynthia outside like a rag doll and took her down an alley way - fortunately I could still see them from the angle I was at.

No POV
The fear that overcame her was obvious but she tried so hard to mask it. "Why did you want to see me?", she asked breaking the silence between herself and the muscular man that towered over her. "I just wanted to see you, I needed to see you.", his gravely voice replied. "You saw me in there. Why the fuck did you pull me outside without saying a word.", she said finally gathering up some confidence. "Because I saw you!", he exclaimed. She was taken aback by his sudden change in tone. His anger was seeping through him now; she was not surprised by this as it is something that often happened when he was under the influence of alcohol and probably some sort of stimulant. "With who?", she knew who he was talking about but she cowered away from admitting it. "Oh don't be fucking oblivious Cindy. You know who I'm talking about.", he said with hints of sarcasm in his words. She stayed silent averting her gaze anywhere but his eyes. "Jason. Jason fucking McCann. I saw how you laughed with him, how you looked at him," , he paused for a minute before continuing, "how you fucking kissed him! You're mine remember, or have you completely threw me out of the window?", he raged. "Threw you out of the window?", she replied suddenly finding herself in a wave of anger, she would finally say what she had been wanting to say for months. "You threw me out remember Jackson. I called you time and time again with no fucking response, I decided to come here to see you only to find you had replaced me. You screamed at me and pushed me out; left huge hand print bruises all over my body remember?. Oh and let's recount the times you hurt me. Physically and mentally. All of the bruises, the scars, the marks you inflicted on me. I should of left the first time it happened but I didn't because unfortunately I'm the type of person that can be screwed over time and time again and still fucking be there for people. I stayed with you because I knew without me you'd be nothing if I left you on that day god knows what would of happened. I probably would of found you drugged up against a wall in some alley. I didn't leave because I fucking care about you. I just wanted to love you - I think I did... or do love you, I don't fucking know. So why would you hurt someone whose only intention was to love you?" , she let out every bit of rage she had in her, somewhere along the line she had forgotten to breathe as she had been so caught up in forcing words out of her mouth. He was silent as he felt every single one of her words jab into him like an invisible knife. She had never dared to shout at him like that but by this point she had been hurt so badly that she didn't care anymore. "This is a sight for sore eyes. You, left fucking speechless. Finally soaking up the truth are you?", she looked him right in the eye meaning every word she said. "Tell me more of the truth then because you've obviously got a lot to fucking say", he broke his silence staring back at her. "Yeah I have got a lot to fucking say.", she mocked him. "You hide behind this intimidating, fearless character but I know the real you. I'm the only one who does and you can't deny it. Everything you touch turns to shit. Me, your brother, your mom.", she knew that what she had just said would take the biggest hit out of everything. "Don't you dare bring up my mom like that!", he shouted. "Oh I'm fucking daring Jackson. What are you gonna do about it?. Hit me? Like you usually fucking would.", she seethed. He stayed silent. "I'm a changed man now I don't do that shit no more.", he replied quietly. "Fucking changed man? Yeah right. Is that why your fists are clenching.", she pointed at his hands, she didn't even have to look at them to know what they were doing. "I dare you, I dare you to fucking hit me. I need to feel something! Just fucking do it.", she screamed in his face. "Hit me, hit me, hit me...", she repeated it over and over again smacking her hands against his chest - tears now streaming down her face but she couldn't feel them. She was out of control now. He panted heavily before...Smack. The sound echoed down the alley way. He dropped his large hand to his side. Her face burned. A vibrant red shade appearing across her left cheek. She was silent but not for long before she looked him directly in the eye and said, "I told you you hadn't changed.", she held her face and turned around and started walking into the woods. He leant up against the brick wall, slowly sliding down it tucking his knees into his chest. He put his hands over his eyes, his whole body shaking. He had been defeated and he knew it.