[Third Person]
Waking up next to her was something he'd always imagined but never thought it'd actually come true. Her face was so beautiful. She looked peaceful. Like nothing was bothering her. Like she had no worries.
She had a certain glow about her. Like she was in love. But then again... She was in love. With Justin. But she knew she couldn't be. He was a virgin healer. He slept with different women every month maybe more. It's his gift. And she couldn't change that. She had to accept it.
Justin couldn't keep the smile off his face as he admired her in her sleep. He rubs her flushed cheek, rubbing her lips that were pink and moist. He wiped away the dry tears that were left under her eyes.
His heart clenched as he heard a soft cry from her lips. He pulls her closer to him, hoping she would sense his body there and calm down. And thankfully it worked.
"D-don't l-leave me..." She whimper into his chest.
He smiles gently. "Don't worry sweetheart. I wont." He coos, kissing her forehead.
After a while, he gets up dressing in jeans and a t-shirt. He pecks Justine's forehead, before heading downstairs. As he gets to the bottom, there was a knock on the door.
Who could be here at this hour? He thinks to himself.
He opens the door to reveal a tall blond. She looked familiar but what made her even more familiar was her voice.
"Justin!" She squeals running into the house wrapping her arms around his neck.
"M-Michelle?" He asks, confused.
"I missed you baby." She whines placing kisses all over his face.
"Uh... What are you doing here?" He asks pulling her off of him.
"I came to see you. Didn't you miss me?"
"Michelle... I haven't seem you since we were sixteen." He explains.
"I-I know, but- I missed you Justin."
"Look you gotta go." He says.
"No! I missed you! I want you. Please take me." She begs taking off her coat to reveal her naked body.
Justin's instincts kick in. But she's not a virgin. She's an ex. His first time.
She closes the door, pushing him into the living room on the couch. Without hesitation, she unbuckled his jeans straddling him and sliding him inside of her.
"What- the hell?" Justine groans waking up to the sounds of moans and groans. She jumps up, thinking Justin is having another urge. She follows the sounds downstairs.
"Oh Justin! Yes! Yes right there!" A female voice booms.
Justine's heart broke at the sounds as she found herself at the bottom of the stairs. She walks into the living room, and the little piece of heart she had left shattered as she witnessed Justin being fucked on the couch.
"M-Michelle... God..." Justin moans, clearly enjoying it.
"Oh my god..." She sobs out, startling the two lovers.
Justin's eyes widen in horror as he sees the woman he loves in the frame of the living room watching him be fucked by his ex.
"J-Justine... I-"
"Who the fuck is she?" Michelle asks, getting off of his lap, grabbing her coat to cover her body.
Justine was numb. She couldn't move or speak. All she could do was stare at Justin with tears in her eyes.
"J-Justine... L-let me e-explain." He begs, close to tears himself.
"Justin who the fuck is she?!" Michelle yells with her hands on her hips.
"Michelle shut the fuck up, okay!"
"M-Michelle?" Justine croaks looking at Justin then Michelle.
"Yes. Michelle. His first time. His ex girlfriend soon to be current girlfriend." She sasses.
"Justine, I-"
I hate you. Justine says in her head, her eyes closing as she walks backwards away from them.
Justin's heart shattered instantly. She hates him. The woman he loves hates him.
"Justine, wait!" He yells going after her, but stops at the bottom of the stairs.
"Why is she here?" Michelle's annoying voice calls.
All Justin could feel was angry at the moment. He turns to face Michelle. His eyes filled with tears, face red like fire. And the look he was giving Michelle scared him.
"J-Justin-"
"Get out." He spats.
"But Justin I-"
"Get. Out!" He basically screams starling her as she basically runs out of the door.
I hate you.
I hate you.
I hate you so much.
You don't love me.
I'm not your mate.
I'm just another client.
I hate you. I hate you with everything in me.
Justine's voice swirls in his head. She hates him. With everything in her.
"N-no." He sobs over and over looking at the floor covering his ears. He looks up the stairs, hearing Justine's cries. He shakes his head, walking upstairs to her.
"N-no. N-no. J-Justine... P-please." He begs over and over again as he gets to her room door.
"Baby... Baby open up." He sobs.
"G-go a-away." Justine sobs weakly.
"B-baby please. Let me explain." He begs.
"N-no. L-leave m-me alone!" she sobs.
"Baby I'm sorry. Please let me talk to you."
"N-no. I-I hate y-you. I d-don't want t-to see y-you ever again." She whimpers.
Justin sobs sliding down her door. "Baby I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please..."
Justine payed no mind to him. Looking at her bloody wrist. She hadn't did this in a long while, and it felt so good to have this feeling again.
She takes the blade making another cut and watches as the beautiful red colored liquid drips down her hand.
And in those moments, she felt content.
(A/n: poor Justine.
Bad Justin.😠😡
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