Deadly In Love (A JB fanfic)

Chapter 29

(Christie's pov)
We drive in Justin's new car. I don't know how he got it, but it looks better than the old one.
The horrible feeling inside me just won't go. The thoughts of last night haunt me. Justin parks by a place that I haven't been to in years. We walked into a Krispy Kreme shop.
The last time I remember being here was when I was 5 years old. My dad would always take me here after he got home from a hardworking day at work. He would place me in the passenger seat like I'd always asked, and we'd share a box of donuts and hot chocolate. But that was when he had a job, and a heart. Now it's just me and Justin, building on top of my old memories.
Justin orders a dozen donuts with chocolate milk. We sit next to each other and share the box, but I only eat half of a donut. I haven't eaten in over 24 hours. For some reason, that makes me happy. Now, I feel bad for eating all that. It probably will add another 5lbs on me. I can't stand the feeling, but I'm trying the get better. So that means so trips to the bathroom. It's just so difficult. However, I do enjoy finally coming here after all these years.
"I miss this place," I finally break the harmless silence. "Yeah, I haven't eaten here in forever," he gives me a worn out look. And I feel extremely guilty, because I've caused him to look so worn out.
"Thank you so much," I really do appreciate him for everything he's done for me.
"You're welcome, baby." We don't finish the box, obviously, so we decide to take some home for Khalil and Za.

Once Justin's car clicks open, we step in. Yes, it hurts to move from all the bruises, and I can tell that Justin maintains a watchful eye on me. It's safe to assume that he's the protective type. He's always watching out for me. He knows that I'm far from alright. I'm still sore and frightened by last night. I wish there was a way to take it all back.
"I think we should just relax today," Justin suggests. "What do you mean?" "Like, do something relaxing. Take it easy," he shrugs nonchalantly. "Ok," I nod as he stops the car by a park. He opens the door for me, and I step out wincing from the pain. Justin shoots me a worried look before putting his arm around me. Suddenly, my feet lift off the ground, and I'm held against something soft and warm. Justin carries me in his arms, bridal style. We isolate ourselves from all the people to reach a little more privacy. He sets me next to him on the grass. Sure, the ground isn't the most comfortable spot in the world, but I'm fine with Justin. He holds me close and kisses me every so often.

Our eyes stare up at the sky, while we lie in thought, in our own different worlds.
-1pm-
I don't know how long we've been here, but Justin doesn't seem to mind. He checks his phone, 1pm. "Damn, we should go." That's when he lifts me back up into his arms and kisses me.
I can't eat anything. I don't want to add more weight on myself. Plus, I'm really not hungry.
The thought of last night makes me feel like...a slut. Even though I didn't do anything on purpose, I still feel guilty.
"Hold onto me babe," Justin orders, so he can open the car door. My hands cling to his neck as he sets me in the passenger seat.
"What do you want for lunch?" he starts the car, causing the heater to turn on. "Something small," I don't want him worrying about me, so it's better to eat something small.
"What about Chick-Fil-A?"
"Sure," I nod softly before turning my head towards the window. The radio buzzes on, and the song 'Lotus Flower Bomb' plays. It's old, but I really like it. I crack a slight smile and give Justin a nudge. "What?" His eyes glance at me as he builds up a smile as well.
"Why don't you sing?" I ask him, studying him eagerly. "I don't know," he shrugs, teasingly yet hopelessly. "Please." "Begging's not gonna get you anywhere, babe," he drives into the parking lot of Chick-Fil-A while I slump with my arms across my chest. He chuckles, then turns off the car. When I step out, Justin's by my side in an instant.
"What do you want babe?" he sits me down so I don't have to walk anymore. "Just some fries." "Ok." Justin turns and walks to the counter. Waiting for him to return, I lie my head down on the table, using my arms as a pillow. I sense that Justin's probably watching me. He probably has that concerned look in his eye, wondering if I truly am fine. I shut my eyes to listen to all the words exchanging around me.
A warm arm pulls me close before I feel someone sit next to me. I know it's Justin. The marshmallow scent is all too familiar.
"I love you," he whispers into my ear, making me smile at his comment. "I love you too."
I reach my food, and he does the same thing, scooting away so I can have more space.
"Were you hungry?" I ask him, because he has so much food. But maybe it just looks like that, because I'm used to smaller portions. I only ate a few fries. That's all.
"Not really. Why?" "Never mind," I wave the question away; then he takes my hand and helps me into the car.
-4pm-
Justin decides to drive back to his apartment. When we arrive, Khalil's on the phone outside the door. He gives us a wave as Justin and I walk in. Za's on the couch watching tv and on his phone. "Hey guys." "Hey." We go into Justin's bedroom once again. "Lie down on the bed," Justin closes the door and pulls his shirt off; then he joins me. He embraces me in his warm arms, his breath hitting my neck as his lips peck all over my neck and face, just for fun. And I giggle at his playfulness. Finally, he scoops me up in his arms, giving me a passionate yet comforting kiss. I kiss him back, and we cling onto each other
"I've gotta talk to Khalil for a moment. Do you mind?" Justin steps away from me, and I tell him that I don't mind. "Ok, I'll see you in a few. We've got a meeting tonight, and you're coming with us." "Ok," I smile affirmatively, so he grins at me before shutting the door, leaving me alone in the middle of his messy bed. I grab my phone and headphones, then turn on some music. My eyes become heavy, and I realize how tired I am. I can hardly stay awake. Before I can finish the third song, I doze off.
. . .
"Christie, baby," I feel someone stroking my cheeks. "Baby...Christie." A gentle, hoarse voice echoes, so I open my eyes to see Justin by my side. He wears a sweet smile on his face that brings me back to earth.
"Hey baby," he holds my hand as I moan tiredly. "What time is it?" "10:15," he rubs my hand soothingly. "A.M.?" "No silly, P.M," he smiled goofily, so I giggle too before sitting up. "C'mon. They're waiting for us," he lifts me up and carries me to the car. "This shouldn't take long, babe," Justin sets me down on the backseat, sitting next to me as Khalil and Za step in. Za takes in the drivers seat this time. He drives  smoothly yet really fast.

I still have the thoughts in my head from last night, Rico, John. It's all I can think about. I can't seem to get rid of it. The frightening sound in his voice. The painful feeling of him. All it did was bring horrible memories to my head.
"Stop thinking about it babe," I hear Justin mumbles softly in my ear. I lightly nod to him.
The problem is that I can't stop thinking about it. It's not that simple. I'm never gonna get over this, because it hurts me. Rico hurt me. And no matter what, the feeling will never go away.
The car stops, and Justin faces me. "I'll be back in a moment," he pecks my lips. I nod before watching him walk out. With a dangerous aura, he flicks his black hood over his head and walks along with his friends to the gang parked in front of us. Khalil whispers something into his ear, and I see Justin glare at him. His glare is pretty scary to me. It makes me not want to mess with him. Whenever he glares, it feels like he wants to kill someone right at that second. It's cold as ice, and it sends shivers up my spine. I've learned that whenever he glares, something bad will happen.

(A/N: I'm working really hard on writing the sequel. I won't spoil anything but it's titled 'Out of Control.' Trust me. The title goes well with the story, especially since it's the sequel to the other two stories. That's all I can say for now. You guys have a great rest of the week. Next post = Friday or Saturday)