Justin Blake Imagines Book -Finished-

-Kidnapped by Justin Blake (non-binary version)- {pt 2}

(Your POV)

I look over at his picture as memories flood my head. Smiling, I stared at the picture. 

*Flashback*

I sit on his back, him carrying me, and pushing me up further on his back when I started to slip. I Justin wrapped his arms around my upper legs, holding me in place for a good minute while we continued down the road. Someone, one of my followers, saw me and asked if they could take a picture. She got out her phone as I got off of Justin's back. She wrapped her arm around my waist and took a picture. I gave her a hug as I walked over to Justin once again, hopping back onto his back, and headed for Kale's house. I laid my head in the crook of his neck and allowed myself to close my eyes to shield them from the harsh sunlight.

Me: I love you.
Justin: I love you too.
Me: Justin, Im being serious.
Justin: Yeah. Me too.

I just laid quiet as Justin came to a slow stop. Kale walked out and greeted us, motioned us to his house, the light blue coat that was layered on the outside. The bright sunlight hitting it gave me a small headache, Justin slowly sat my feet on the ground. Doing that caused me to slide off of him, and walk beside him the rest of the driveway up to Kale's house.

*Flashback*

The one vivid memory causes me to sit upright in my bed. Not noticing that hot, salty tears stream down my face. I hear a knock on my door.

"Let me in." Kale's voice from the other side of the door, pierces my ears.

"Okay. let me get to the door." my voice sharp and hoarse, I open the door allowing Kale to walk in. He sat on my bed.

"How you holding up?" his voice showing his concern about my well being.

"Im holding up just fine. Ya know, having eaten or left my room since he left." I say my voice cracking.

"Are you thinking about him again?" I nod not wanting to lie. "Stop. Thinking about him will not bring him back." His tone becoming stern. He stands and grabs my hands. "Come. Come." He starts to lead me out into the hallway of my home I shared with Justin.

"What are you doing?" He lets go of my hands, and he starts pulling down pictures of Justin and I. Even the pictures of just Justin. I start to feel anxious.

"What if he comes back?!" I yell at him. He looks at me with a face of 'hunny he ain't coming back'. 

"He is not coming back. Stop thinking that, this thought is what is causing these episodes." I look at him knowing that he is right. He starts to pull down pictures again.

"At least let me help." he smiles, finally getting what he wants. I start pulling down pictures and I start to smile at some of them. I go around the house and pick up pictures and set them in my arms. Kale walks around the house, looking for something. "There are more pictures in my room."

"I'm looking for boxes." he responds.

"Right corner in the garage." i say. He walks into the garage and grabbed the boxes bringing them in.

*After all pics are taken down*

"Are you sure he isn't coming back?" He looks at me with annoyance. I just let my head fall down, my gaze looking down at my feet.

"He isn't going to come back anymore. He is gone. Dead. Done. Bada Bing. Bada Boo. He aint coming back, hunny." he says. I know he is right, but I don't want to believe it. I hear a sudden knock at the door. I go to answer it and see.....

-Kay Kay-

Justin with his eyes rolled back and his face and hands blue. The blur of tears blocking a clear view of Kale, but I feel myself being pulled back. --

And then I woke up in my bed at home. Justin shaking me awake.

"You okay?" Cold stiffening sweat dripping down my back and face. I can't and won't move, scared that this is all apart of the nightmare. I just want this moment to last. I reach out to touch his face and he doesn't waver, he grasps my hand in his holds it to his chest, allowing me to feel his heartbeat. His lively and calming heartbeat. My eyes not being able to rip from his gaze, and our hands clasped making you think our hands were glued together. He slowly moves our hands away from his chest and his heartbeat, and just move my other hand right back, just to make sure this wasn't a dream....Or nightmare...

*Flashback*

He walked out, I watched him walk away. Loud gunshots ring in my ears, and red liquid spews onto the pavement next to his car. His body plastered in the position that had shown me my greatest fear. My baby was dead. He was really dead. Neighbors around us looking at the scene, the neighbors children running across the newly paved streets to my house, and pushing me back indoors. The eldest holding me down, with the youngest shut and locked my door while their parents called the police. I struggled against the eldest male of the group to get him off me, so I could go help Justin, but I was already to late.

*Flashback ends*

I feel the stinging hot tears fall from my face... thats all i remember...