Drugged

Drugged Part 15

*Justins POV*

"Go inside, baby girl. Get some rest."  I told Stephanie as she stood in the doorway.

"Promise you will call me tomorrow?" She asked.

"I'll talk to you whenever you want me to." I smiled at her. "I love you."

"I love you too, Justin." She said and closed the door.

I grinned and turned around as I started down the porch steps and down the street.

Even though I put a smile on my face, deep down inside, I was angry. Angry at her mother. How could she put labels on me when she didn't even know who I was. I mean, I know it looked bad but it was nothing.

I knew all along that I was a bad person. All of those names that she called me were true. I am a low life. I am trash. I am a creep...

And for some reason, I felt like our relationship wouldn't work out. All because of her mother.

*Stephanie's POV*

After I closed the door, I immediately ran upstairs to my room and locked the door.

I had to get out of here.

I can't live like this anymore. I know she's my mother but I could never have one bit of freedom. I'm almost in college and she still treats me like im in third grade.

I ran to my closet and grabbed a suitcase and opened it. I snatched a ton of clothes off the hangers and stuffed them inside. I looked on my floor and took a few pairs of shoes. I walked over to my vanity and took a handful of makeup, my phone, and phone charger. I put everything inside and closed the suitcase. I went in my closet one last time and searched for my savings jar. I grabbed about $400 and put it in my pocket.

I sat on my bed and began to cry. I couldn't believe I was actually about to run away. I would never think once in my mind that I would do this but I had to. I just can't deal with her. I grabbed my phone and texted Holly.

I cant take my mom anymore..I never thought I'd have to say this but I'm running away...

I heard a knock on my door and I jumped.

Oh shit!

"Stephanie?" My mothers voice called out.

I quickly grabbed my suitcase and opened the window.

"STEPHANIE!!" My mother yelled frightened.

I ignored and dropped my bag out of the window, watching it land. There was no tree or anything that I could climb down on. I was now freaking. It looked like at least a 20 foot drop.

My mother was now shaking the door.

I clenched my teeth and decided to do it. I made sure my phone was securely in my back pocket and jumped out of the window.

"Aaghh!" I cried as I hit the ground. I landed on my back and I felt something dripping. I reached my hand up my shirt, touched the liquid, and pulled my hand out.

It was blood.

I cried in pain and then heard my bedroom door burst open.

I jumped up, trying not to pay attention to the pain I was in, and began running with my suitcase in my hand. The weight of the bag was slowing me down but I kept running. I couldn't stop now.

As I was running, it was so dark that I couldn't see the sidewalk and I tripped on my face. I scraped the side of my forehead and yelped in agony. I picked myself up from the ground and again, continued to run.

I kept going until I reached Justin's house. I walked up the porch steps and began banging on the door until it opened.

Justin looked shocked. "Stephanie! Oh my god, baby what are you doing here?"

"I can't stay there!" I sobbed. "I want to stay with you!"

"Baby I-I don't kn-"

"Please! I don't want to go back there." I said nerveously.

I looked behind me countless times to make sure my mom wasn't somehow sneaking up behind me.

I whispered. "Please."

"Fine. Come on." He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.

"Thank you." I said.

He nodded. "What happened, angel?"

He grabbed my face softly and examined my wound.

"I-I fell running here. I couldn't see the ground and something tripped me." I sniffed.

"Come on. Let me clean you up." He grabbed my hand and my bag and guided me upstairs to the bathroom.

He sat me down on the toilet seat and grabbed a wet towel, dabbing it on my head.

"Oww!" I flinched.

"I'm sorry." He smirked.

Once he was done cleaning up the blood, he grabbed a band-aid and covered my scar.

"Thank you, baby." I said kissing his plump lips.

He smiled and carried me bridal style to his bedroom. He opened the door and my eyes lit up. It was like paradise.

He laid me down on my back on the king sized bed and my back arched.

"Steph!" He hovered over me. "Whats wrong?"

"My back." I said sitting up. "I had to jump out of the window of my room and I landed on my back."

"Let me see." He said.

I turned my back to him and he lifted my shirt.

"Oh my god."

"Is it bad?" I bit my lip.

"Well, looks like you fell on a branch or something because theres something in there." He told. "Wait here. I'm gonna get the tweezers."

I laid on my stomach and laid my head on his soft pillow until he got back.

"Alright." I felt him sit down on my lower back and I closed my eyes to relax. I felt the tweezers grip onto something and it pulled out.

"Ugh!" I groaned.

"It's out. Looks like a thorn." He giggled. "You know, you're one tough chic."

"I'll take that as a compliment." I smiled.

"You should." He said as I felt yet another band-aid lying across my skin.

I then felt his hands on my shoulders and he began to massage them.

"Why'd you leave home?"

I sighed. "Im just so sick of her and her bullshit. And she had no right to talk to you like that."

He was silent. "I told you it's fine."

"Justin. Stop. Just admit it. You're upset. It's okay."

"Fine. Maybe just a little." He said as his fingers fell deeper into my skin.

I then felt his hands go down to my sides and he moved to my area. I poked my butt up in the air a little so that he could get a hold of it easier. His hands massaged just right above my vagina and I moaned lighty. I felt his hands go down a bit lower.

"Ooh." I jumped and he stopped immediately.

"Sorry." He laid down on his back.

I smirked and got up, sitting on top of him. I grabbed his hands and sat them on my thighs.

"No, I liked it." I bent down and kissed his cheek. "And I want you to do it again."

A/N: Things are getting pretty heated, huh?;) Anyways, love you guys and thanks for reading(: