Maybe We Can Love Again; UNDER EDITING

Chapter 7

~Shelby's POV~

Later that day, I had cleaned up Justin's back and he cleaned up my cuts. We were both still shaken up. Me more than Justin. All I wanted to do was sit and cuddle. I felt safe when Justin held me, it was as if no one could touch me.

Justin and I where laying on the couch, because I'm too scared to go into my room. Justin held me, as I held onto him as if he would disappear any second. The thought of him leaving me, hurt my body, hurt my soul. I couldn't picture him gone.

Justin is worried about me. He thinks after what had happened, that I have gone 'crazy'. But I'm just scared. I don't know if I will ever be 'normal' again. We go back to school after the weekend is over. Today is Friday so we got 2 days before we have to go back. I'm not really looking forward to it. I'll be separated from Justin most of the day, and I don't know if I will make it through the whole day without breaking down.

“Shelby?” Justin whispered to me. I looked up at him, my head still laying on his chest.

“Yea?” I questioned, whispering just as low as him.

“We should do something today. We have been this way for almost two days.” He suggested. He was right, and I think maybe if I get out, I would be 'normal' again, well at least almost.

“Okay.” I said, sitting up. “What do you want to do? You pick.” I said, sitting chris-cross in front of him.

He looked shocked, and happy. He smiled at me, and I saw the light bulb above his head flick on.

“I know. Go get dressed, and come back when your ready. Casual.” He said with the biggest smile I have seen for a while. I giggled, at how excited he was. I got up and walked down the hall.

I froze when I stood outside my bedroom door. My heart was racing. My palms were getting clammy. Flashbacks from that night were flashing in my mind. I took a deep breath, and walked into the room.

If I'm going to be 'normal' again, I have to get over what happened. I have to face it. I have to be brave. I walked to my closet and grabbed a white crop-top that has lace around the collar and a the bottom that were a pink that faded into the white. I took off my tank top, and slipped on my shirt. The bottom of my stomach showed. I didn't mind. Justin hasn't seen my body before, but I can tell that time will soon come. I'm not sure when, we haven't talked about it.

I slipped off my sweatpants, and grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and slipped them on. I put on my knee-high boots, that have small heels. I brushed through my hair, and curled some strands. I put on eyeliner and I was ready.

I walked out of the room and let out a huge breath. It was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. A part of me felt like..me again. But not all of me was the same. I focused on the side that was 'normal' again, for Justin. I know he has been suffering because of me, and I want to make it up to him.

I walked back into the living to see Justin wearing a pain of light blue skinny jeans with some torn holes, a white plain t-shirt, and a pair of short boots. I laughed at us.

“Look! We are matchies!” I laughed, once I realized it. Justin chuckled and walked over to me.

“I think we look adorable.” He whispered, as he put his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, and breathed in his comforting scent. A smile crept upon my face, as he gave me a butterfly kiss with our noses. I giggled at his cuteness.

“I love you.” He whispered, placing a soft and gentle kiss on my lips.

“I love you too.” I whispered back pecking his lips. He smiled at me, and kissed my forehead, before grabbing my hand.