INJUSTICE- JUSTIN BIEBER

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I couldn't even look at the interior of the house before he started attacking me with kisses. Hitting, kicking, I tried everything to get him off of me but he wouldn't stop. He began kissing me neck, moving my face out of the way. I brought my free hand that he didn't have trapped by his body and slapped his face as hard as I could. I ran past him as fast as I could to a back door, pulling it as hard as I could to get it to open. It just wouldn't.

Tears were falling rapidly on my face, and my heart was beating out of my chest. Eyeing the staircase on my right, I ran up two steps at a time. I looked behind me, and to my surprise he wasn't following me. I sprinted to a room and locked the door, making sure I didn't slam it shut. 

I hid under the big, white bed. Memories flooded back to me. I had been in similar situations one too many times. I laid there for hours, not hearing a pin drop come from the entire house. I got up from my crunched position to look around the room. Beside the bed was a wooden dresser. I opened up each drawer to look for something, I don't know what I wanted to find. Every single drawer was empty besides the bottom right. There was a picture dated July 2013. He was in the picture. This strange man, who insisted I leave that motel and join him at his house, was in the picture. Why wouldn't he be, I questioned myself. This was his house.

He was sitting in the middle of a lake in a canoe, laughing. A true genuine smile was on his face. My hands travelled over the smile. I can't remember the last time I had been this happy. I wonder who had taken the picture. It was nice to know at least some people experienced happiness in life.

I walked towards the window, looking outside to see my Audi parked in the driveway. Was it even worth it to escape. What did I have to go back to? I was running away from my home, I couldn't consistently attend school due to the number of times I had left town. I didn't have any friends I kept up with, and I had no family that cared about me. 

Something about the situation I was in felt weird. The young man was a mystery to me, I still couldn't decipher his intentions. Why did he leave me alone all these hours. If he wanted to do something to me, he would have done it. 

I decided to leave the room. I was looking for a home phone, or my keys, so I could leave this place and go back to living alone, miserably.

I quietly travelled down the stairs into the living room where I entered the house hours ago. I abruptly stopped. The man was sitting in the same room I had took off from. His eyes shifted from the wall in front of him to me. I started to back up, envisioning all of the ways he could hurt me. He was much older than me, and physically bigger too.

He started walking towards me. I crouched my body, holding my hands in front of me to protect my face from forthcoming violence.

"What" he spoke softly. He pulled one of my hands back down and guided me back upstairs. I was lead into a different room, assumably the master bedroom. He sat criss cross on the bed and patted beside him for me to sit down as well.

What was going on in my mind was that I needed to abide by him for a little while before I could plan my exit.

He just stared at me for what felt like the longest time. I started fumbling with my hands as I felt the bed creak and could see his shadow come closer to me. He jumped on me again, kissing me. I fell back on the bed, allowing him to fall on top of me. I didn't stop him. I knew I couldn't anyways. I had just given up.

I moved my head to the side, needing air to breathe. "What's your name?" I got out.

"Justin," he breathed, moving my head back to face him. 

"How old are you?" I asked him again, moving my face back to the side.

"Twenty-two," he sighed, obviously irritated by my constant questioning.

I nodded my head. I kissed him back.

Why did I want to make my life more difficult. This was meant to be for me. I couldn't do anything to change that.