INJUSTICE- JUSTIN BIEBER

quenched

He suddenly stopped. I pushed him off of me with all the strength I had regained. It wasn't much but he still let go, lying on his side. I walked to the door, my body and eyes on him the entire time. I remembered watching him lock the door with his key. Frustrated, I still tried yanking the doorknob... no use. 

He got up from the bed, my heartbeat quickening. This was all so strange. Strands of my hair were sticking to the sweat on my forehead. He walked to a window, looking out, holding his hands behind his back.

"Need the key, huh Gi?" he chuckled. I cringed at the nickname, it bringing up bad memories.

"What-do-you-want-from-me?" I gritted my teeth, trying to get words out.

"A couple kisses here and there" he smirked. The tension between us rose as I tried to come up with a response to his smart remarks.

His phone started ringing, breaking the silence. He quickly pulled it out and spoke with urgency.

"Tonight? Alright, I understand, thanks Emilio," he uttered quietly.

He turned towards me, finally directing his attention. "We need to leave by ten, it's six right now."

"First you say we have to leave the motel, now you're taking me away from here. Why are you dragging me into your business," I screamed, fully aware of the fact that I had no where to go regardless. I couldn't go back home, I had dealt with too much. Anything was better than there.

Before I could hear his response, I ran into the bathroom connected to his room. I slammed the door shut, locking it loudly at that. 

I looked around for an escape, finding only one small window that not even a child could fit through. Desperate, I turned on the shower all the way to the hot side and waited for a couple minutes before trashing my dirty clothes on the floor. Thank god the glass doors on the shower was opaque, incase Justin ended up unlocking the bathroom and entering.

I sat down on the shower bench and breathed in the steam. For a couple minutes, I actually felt peaceful. I evaluated the current situation I was in. In some crazy way, I felt safe. Well, safer than before. Would he hurt me physically? I didn't know. Emotionally? Sure.

After my long reflection in the shower, I got out, the cold air hitting my back. I cursed under my breath, my teeth clattering as I tried searching the bathroom closet for a towel. He had some clothes neatly folded on the shelves too, so I grabbed a navy shirt and some grey sweatpants. I couldn't let myself wear the same clothes I escaped in. To me, clothes held memories. 

I looked in the mirror, trying to distract myself from the situation I had landed in outside the bathroom doors. I ran my fingers through my brown hair, untangling some of the knots. My face was red from the blazing hot water I had just bathed in. I searched the bathroom for some lotion, finding some in the cabinet. 

I unlocked the bathroom door, debating on whether I should just stay in the bathroom or leave.  I had been here for almost forty-five minutes. Maybe he had already left his room. With a surge of confidence, I walked outside, scared to see how he would take me wearing his clothes, or even using his shower. 

To my disappointment, he was still there. He was sitting on his bed with his cellphone in one hand. As I walked closer, I noticed the red phone case. It was my phone in his hand. I saw the phone charger on the other side of the bed. 

I ran up and grabbed the phone out his hand. How dare he. What was he looking for? Texts.. social media? I had no friends, he wouldn't find anything.

A baby photo of my and my mother was on the screen. I gasped. Had he gone through all my photos? This photo was on of the very first photos I had saved on here.

"You look cute," he said, motioning to my phone. The blue eyes I had as a baby were piercing back at me. My eyes had changed colors to brown as I grew up. 

"What did you do on my phone?"

"What did you do in my bathroom, with my clothes?" he jeered.

"I'm putting a passcode on my phone— you can't obtrude like that, Justin" I responded back forcefully, putting emphasis on his name. 

As I was about to do so, I jumped out at me and tried to grab it out of my hands. Tried. I shoved it into one of the sweatpants' pockets and tried exiting the room. The door was still locked. 

I ran to the other side of the bed, and covered myself with all the blankets. I lay on my side so that my phone was smack down against the bed.

"Don't— touch me, I swear" I warned as I saw him nearing. 

He held his palm out, expecting me to just hand it over. I threw the blanket over my face and dove deeper into his bed. I felt the bed tip down, and before I knew it, he tackled me.