Impossible

Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Author’s P.O.V

"Hey Justin I have some great news! I can’t wait to tell you, call me back!" Justin gave a small smile at the sound of her sweet voice.

“Hey baby, I don’t know if you got my texts but my mom finally kicked Kurt out of the house. I think he saw it coming anyways. Everyone’s okay, but Joshis taking it kinda hard. I love you, call me back.”

“Hey, Justin, where are you? I’ve been calling and texting you but you neveranswer me back.”

“Justin are you okay? Did something happen? I’m getting really worried.” Justin’s lips pulled down in an instant frown. She was the one worried about him while he blew her off, and she was the one that ended up hurt.

“Babe, seriously, answer me now or I’m gonna be really nervous. What’s going on?”   “Justin I’m really nervous right now, I’m shaking, can you please just send me one text to let me know you’re okay?” He should’ve been worried about her. He should’ve called. He wasn’t the least bit worried about her when she suddenly stopped sending messages. She was taken a week before he even found out, and she was the one worried for him.

I’m a worthlessboyfriend. 

"Justin Derrick I’m ready to kill you right now. You keep me clueless for a week not sending me one simple text yet you have time to post on fucking Facebook? Why the fuck have you been ignoring me like this?” 

"Are you mad at me? Is this your way of breaking it off with me? If it is then fuck you. What the fuck is going on?" 

"Justin I…I just found something out. I-It’s about J-Jake," her voice shook uncontrollably. "I really need you right now, p-please if you get this, just please call me.” Justin’s throat tightened. 

I should’ve called you Selena. I’m so sorry. 

"Justin please call me, I really need you right now.”

"You know," her voice cracked. "The worst part about this is that I don’t even deserve it. I haven’t done anything wrong for you to treat me like a piece of shit. I thought you were different, Justin, but your just like any other asshole out there. I never thought you, of all people, would play me like this, Justin. You fuck me, and then the minute you get in my pants, you all of a sudden have to leave, and I don’t hear one peep from you for two weeks! You know you don’t even have the balls to break up with me in person! I swear to God Justin if you played me all this time just to bed me, then fuck you! Fuck you to the furthest depths of hell you fuckface!” His red eyes squinted with tears as he listened to her voice, his fist clenched in front of his clamped lips as he sat against the wall in her room. The room where she should be. The room they made love in before he left. And she was gone, and she thought he used her. And he may never be able to tell her he loves her again. To tell her that he was so sorry for ever making her feel this way. He’d do anything to have that back.

"Look…I don’t know what I’ve done. I’m sorry, whatever it is, I’m sorry. I just don’t understand why you’re doing this. At least talk to me and tell me it’s over." 

He came to her last voicemail. “Hey Justin it’s me, I was just calling one last time to tell you that I’m sorry for what this has come to,” she sniffled. “I moved all my stuff out since I figured that’s what you’d want. You don’t have to keep everyone away now, I won’t keep you from your own home. And I’ll be out of your hair, I swear. I won’t pester you relentlessly,” she gave a small laugh and it made Justin lift the corners of his mouth slightly through his tears. “But if its worth anything anymore, I love you. I always will.” Justin muffled the sob in his fist as he heard his last words to him. It dawned on him that this could be the last time he ever hears those three words come from her mouth. He replayed the voicemail, he wanted so bad to hear her voice again.