Drugged

Drugged Part 11

*Stephanie's POV*

I jogged back home after a few minutes of Justin cradling me out on his porch. I couldn't get over the feeling of his strong, warm arms wrapping around my body. His hands gently stroking my waists. My body shuttered at the thought. I bit my lip and grinned as I walked through the door.

"Hey dad!" I waved to him as I closed the door behind me.

"Hey, sweetheart. How was your run?" He sat a newspaper down.

"Refreshing." I smiled and made my way up the stairs to head to my bedroom. As I passed my moms room, she saw me and called me into the room.

I rolled my eyes and sighed...

Not this shit again.

"What?" I folded my arms.

"Where were you?" She said taking off her reading glasses and sitting them on the bed side table.

"I went for a run." I said and began to walk away.

"Go to your room! And stay there!" She yelled.

I chuckled. "Gotcha."

I realized what I was doing and who I was becoming. A bad girl. I'd never talked back to my mom. Ever. I was always so...good. It actually felt good to break some rules and have some freedom.

I pushed that thought aside and thought about Justin again. He smoked...I told myself. I'm falling for a smoker? I would never do that but there was something about him that didn't allow me to draw awag from him. Did I love him?

I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.

"Hey." He answered, sounding a bit more calm. It was quiet.

"Hey," I grinned. "Boys gone?"

My stomach then tightened as I thought about that idiot, Tyler.

"Yeah. I made them leave. Especially Tyler." He sighed.

"Ugh." I rolled my eyes in disgust.

"I'm really sorry that he came onto you like that. That's not like him, Steph."

"Its okay." I said trying to forget about it.

"Stephanie..." He sounded sad.

"Yes?"

"I know you're mad at me after what I told you a while ago."

"Awww no," I cooed. "I'm not mad. I dont care about that, Justin. I still love you."

He sighed, annoyed. "No..Stephanie..no."

"Justin please...dont do this to yourself." I said as tears built in my eyes.

"No. I have to. Thats not even the half of me. You dont know my story. You dont know what I've been through, and if I tell you, you wouldn't want a guy like me." His voice was angry which actually scared me. I didnt know what to say so I stayed silent.

"I-I dont have a good life. When I was about 12 I noticed my parents starting to argue a lot. They'd always yell and scream at each other and I would just sit in my room crying. Both of them were alcoholics. My dad...he would get so mad that he would throw things."

I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

"And one day, I peeked through the door and....he slapped her. He slapped my mother! When I was 15, both my parents left me. They packed my shit and droooed me with my aunt who took care of me. I was so hurt from all of this that I didn't know who or what to turn to. So I started smoking. It was the only way that I could cope with things." I could hear him sobbing and it broke my heart. "I even...tried drugs a few times. But I knew that I had to stop that and I did. Now I just smoke.." He was silent.

"J-Justin I'm so sorry." I bawled. "I d-didn't know."

"I know you didn't. I just had to get that out." He sighed deeply, his breath shaky.

"Justin. I honestly dont care about that stuff. I..I love you. I'm falling for you." I admitted.

"Steph..not me, please."

"Yes! You! It's you that I love! Im not leaving you. I dont care. I will help you. You've helped me actually have freedom and have fun. I've never had fun except for when Im with you." I cried. "Please. Let me stay with you. I dont want to leave you."

"Im sorry."

I sighed. "No, its alright. Just please, believe me."

"I do." I smiled. "I love you." He said.

"I love you too."  I said. "And hey, my mom leaves for work tonight. Want to come over and hang out? We could watch movies."

"What about your dad?" He asked..

"He'll be here but dont worry, he loves you." I laughed.

"You sure?"

"Yes, idiot."

"Movie it is. What time should I come over?"

I looked at the clock. It was now 2:45.

"How about 8?"

"Thats fine." I nodded. "See you later?"

"See you later."

I hung up the phone and threw my head back, smiling.

Yes. Yes. Yes.

I skipped downstairs to my dad.

"Daddy!!" I whispered, making sure that my mom wouldn't hear from upstairs.

"Yes?"

"Can Justin come over when mom leaves for work later?" I asked.

He sighed and looked at me.

"Please please please pleaseeee?" I begged.

He laughed. "Fine, fine."

"Oh, thank you!" I kissed his cheek.

"Welcome, baby."