INJUSTICE- JUSTIN BIEBER

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No boy—no man had every called me beautiful. I took a look at him—in a way I never had before.  He had honey brown eyes, a long nose, full lips, and a defined jawline. He was making his way over me, his eyes glazed with some emotion I hadn't seen before.

He picked me up from the seat and sat down, placing me in his lap. He inched the seat closer to the desk so our legs were trapped under. There was a huge mirror on the wall in front of us, our reflections clear as day. My breathing picked up, and I was afraid he would notice. He started kissing my neck, watching my reaction as he did. 

"Justin," I whispered. He picked me up and placed me on the bed, taking his shirt off. My eyes drifted down to his abdomen, looking at his hard stomach. He held my face in his hands gently, locking eyes. He pushed my baby hairs back from my face, kissing me. I did not know how to react. I had never experienced something so intimate— I couldn't tell if I was enjoying it. My emotions were all jumbled, I could never figure anything out and I hated that about myself. I just lay there, almost motionless. 

There was a knock on the door. I noticed Justin tensing up. I reached up in fear, holding onto his arm. Why would anyone be knocking at this hour? What had I gotten myself into. I didn't even know who this boy was. I was only seventeen, this isn't even legal. He jumped up from the bed, heading towards the mysterious knocking. I hissed, throwing him his shirt. He was confused why, but put in on regardless. I ran inside the bathroom and locked it. I wasn't scared of who was at the door, I was more so scared of what just got interrupted. I knew I wouldn't be able to face the awkwardness afterwards. Hopefully, he isn't one to bring it up.

"There was no one at the door, some kid must have just been knocking on every door in this hallway," he assured me from outside.

"Hey, are you okay?" he questioned, lightly tapping on the bathroom door.

"Yes," I muttered, observing the multiple bruises forming on my neck where he had kissed me. Sighing, I opened the door to see him sprawled on the bed once again.

"Can we book a second room" I asked innocently.

"You're joking," he huffed, sitting up.

I shook my head. "I don't feel comfortable sleeping with a guy who "kidnapped" me and won't tell me what's going on."

"Well you were sure as hell comfortable five minutes ago," he argued back, offended.

I looked around the room in desperation, eying the keys to my Audi on the nightstand. I quickly lunged for them, running to the front door to exit.

"What are you doing!" he yelled as he ran after me. I ran down the hallway, retracing my steps from a couple hours ago. I pressed the elevator button several times, seeing him chase after me. I knew for a fact that I wouldn't be able to outrun him on the stairs. The elevator opened and I ran in, hitting the close button ferociously. Justin held his hand in between the doors as they were closing, causing them to reopen. I cursed out loud, surprising him.

He got inside the elevator and pressed stop. He was giving me the devil eyes, and at that moment, I knew it was going to be all bad.

"Keys." He ordered, holding his hand out in front of me. I shook my head, tears brimming my eyes.

"What do you want from me, for real... tell me this time," I demanded holding the keys behind my back.

"I have to protect you, just understand Gi, stop making it so hard on me," whispered Justin, gently pulling my hands forward, taking the keys. "I know you're stressed, heck... I would be too, I get it. It's not safe for you to leave though, not now."

"Let's go down and eat, you haven't had anything all day," he smiled, giving me a quick hug. 

He was the only familiarity in my life. If God had put him in my life, it must have been for a reason. I gave him a small smile back and went down the elevator to the hotel restaurant.