Fix Me (Sequel to Deadly in Love)

Chapter 1

(Christie's pov)
It's been 2 months, and this is the longest I've tolerated anything. Everything's the same. I still hate myself. I still hate everything. My parents still abuse me. If I do or say anything wrong, I'm dead meat basically. Justin hasn't left my mind once. There's not a day that I don't think of him.

Today, it's just any other horrible day. I struggle off my bed and whimper as I limp to the bathroom. I glare at my reflection before caking my face with makeup to cover up the bruises on my face. My back, neck, and shoulders are bruised from being dragged up the stairs again by my parents last night. I don't know what I did, but they lashed out on me. In a small way, I can't totally blame myself. They're always drunk, which means they're always mad. My eating disorder still lives inside me. I haven't eaten in 2 days, and my head pounds with pain. After I take some pain pills, I haul my heavy backpack, which almost crushes me. There's only one week left of school, and I'll be spending the summer getting abused by my parents and making up work in summer school. Many times, I've tried to tell the police, but somehow my parents always play it off. Basically, I'm forced to play along, or else I'm gonna get it. Plus, my dad said he would beat the shit out of Justin when he gets in jail. Every time the police leave, my parents tear the crap out of me. I've also tried escaping, but I can't go anywhere without money.

I limp down the stairs and out the door before my parents wake up. When I enter my school, everyone ignores me. Something hits my head. It's a crumpled piece of paper, but I toss it in the trash. I don't dare read it. I already get the message.
During the day, people whisper about me. No matter how many times I notice these things, it still really hurts. I'm just about done with all this. I have to deal with another year of school, when I could be going to college or...staying with Justin. But no. I have to go through this hell again, plus a whole summer being beaten by my parents.

"Better stay away from her. She might fuck your dad," I hear a familiar voice, Stephanie's.
"You know what? It's not a joke. Do you think I wanted it to happen? Why don't you see what it's like being me all day?" Finally, I stand in front of her, a sense of courage in my voice. Stephanie looks so offended.
"Why would I want to be you? You're a hideous, good-for-nothing, piece of crap. Go fucking kill yourself. What don't you get about 'Go Kill Yourself?' Nobody likes you," she shoves me, causing me to crash on the hard floor.
"Everyone say it! Kill yourself! Kill yourself!" Stephanie and her friends soon get the whole hallway to cheer it. Everyone crowds me as they holler. It maims my heart so bad, and I stumble out of the school without my backpack. I don't need it anymore, because I'm not coming back. If that's what they want, that's what they'll get. Tears wet my face as I tolerate the pain in my body. When I enter my house, my parents wait with empty beer cans cluttered around them.

"You're three minutes late." My parents think I'm still seeing Justin, but how could I do that in three minutes? My dad knocks me to the floor as my mom kicks harshly. I cry out only for them to laugh.
"Maybe you'll learn one day,but in the meantime, get out of my face!" my dad shoves me, making me hit the wall. Quickly, I crawl up the stairs with tears streaming down my face. I lock myself in my room, and grab a pen and paper.

"Dear everyone,
I'm done. My life has been a living hell, and I want out now. To my parents, I hate you. All you've done is hurt me and make me feel worthless. I surely won't miss you. I could never stand up to you, but I wanted to. I guess I was just too scared. To my school, you led me to this. After all these years, you still did nothing. I was on the floor, and not one person, ONE PERSON, helped me. So much for 'We treat each other like family' (the school motto) To Justin, I'm so sorry. I know you don't want this, but I can't live like this anymore. Just know that I've tried my hardest, and you were the only person who loved me. I love you so much. I'll see you later. Thank you Justin.
From,
Christie Lewis."
I cry hard and set the letter on my bed. Tears falling, I stumble into my bathroom and grab my razor for the last time. I look at my reflection, then cry harder in motivation. I shatter the mirror in hatred.
"I hate you!" I scream at myself as I cry my hardest. Then I cut deep enough to reach my veins, feeling the guilty satisfaction for the last time.

(Justin's pov)
I'm resting on my bed while thinking about Christie. She never wrote, called, or visited in weeks. What happened? It worries me, and makes me lose my mind.
"That's it," I hop off my bed. There's an officer walking by.
"Listen here you sick motherfucker, I've told you a million times that my girlfriend is fucking being abused by her parents! What don't you fucking get?!" I grab a handful of his shirt, and press him against the bars. The other officers soon separate us.
"I'll believe it when I see it, Bieber," the officer snickers, then leaves unharmed.
"I can't take it anymore!" I punch the wall repeatedly. Khalil and Za alertedly pull me away.
"Stop Justin! Cut it out!" they yank me harder, and I swing at them in uncontrollable anger. Soon enough, we start fighting and hitting each other.
"Well, well this is quite a surprise to see you sons of bitches again." I suddenly hear a nearby voice snicker. We turn around to see someone I didn't expect to ever see again. Ryan Butler.

"Aye bro, whatcha doin' here?" Za amiably shoves him through the cell bars.
"Bailin' you dipshits out," Ryan backs away as the officer unlocked our cell. He takes one look at me, then furrows his eyebrows.
"What's up with you Justin?" Ryan questions my furious state.
"I'll tell you later," I grumble irascibly as the officer leads us out. We have to give back the uniforms, so we do before following Ryan out the jailhouse. I feel a rush go through me. I need to see Christie. Right now.

Hurriedly, I claim the driver's seat before anyone else can, then step on the gas.
"Woah, Justin what the fuck?" Ryan asks in a startled manner.
"Slow down Bieber," Khalil tries to calm me.
"There's this girl, Christie. She needs me. She's been through a lot, and I can't let her live the way she is now. I need to find her," I try my best to calm down, but I can't.
"Where does she live?" Ryan seems to be more understanding.
"A few blocks away," I breathe out, feeling like I'm in a faze. I speed down the street, slamming the brakes hard once I reach Christie's house.
"Stay here. I won't be gone long," I slam the door shut before walking up to the door. I welcome myself inside without knocking. That's when I see Christie's parents on the couch. They spot me, then stand up immediately.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house?" Her dad questions coldly. A deadly glare forms in my eyes, so I punch him as hard as I can, for as long as I can. Her mom tries to stop me, but I push her down. I frantically scour around for Christie before rushing up the stairs. I heatedly knock on her door. No answer. I jiggle the doorknob, but it's locked. Dammit. Finally, I retreat, then charge at the door, kicking it down.

Water runs from her bathroom. Then I spot a piece of paper on her bed.

(A/N: I wish Christmas break was longer!!! Ugh, I'm dying from school😩 You guys have a good rest of your week! Love you! Next post is Out of Control on Friday)