SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

CHAPTER SIX ~ I'M GONNA GET YOU WET

JEN
After tossing and turning in bed for what seems like hours, I climb out of bed and head to the bathroom. Feeling my way down the hall in the pitch black, I walk into the bathroom and turn towards the toilet, but stop dead in my tracks, seeing Justin standing there with his bare back to me, having a piss.
"Fuck! You scared the shit out of me!" He whispers, looking over his shoulder and tucking himself back into his bright yellow boxers, half covered with grey sweatpants, before turning around to face me.
"Sorry." I mumble, turning away and walking out of the bathroom.
"Jen, I'm done...you can go..." I hear him say, referring to me needing to use the bathroom. I ignore him, continue down the hall, and quietly close my bedroom door behind me, before climbing into my bed and pulling the blanket over my head.
I wish I could say I walked away because I was simply embarrassed. But that definitely wasn't it.
The multiple scratches along his toned shoulders and all the way down his tan muscular back were what upset me. The scratches running right through his Indian head tattoo (my favourite of his) on his shoulder blade. Why was I so upset by it?! Who the fuck knows?! But before I even realize, I've got tears running down my cheeks and disappearing into the many sheets, blankets and pillows I'd buried myself beneath. I honestly don't know what's happening to me. The way I'm feeling towards Justin lately is crazy. The way he makes me blush, the stupid butterflies that swarm my tummy. The way I feel the need to rub my thighs together, due to his sexiness. What the hell?! This is a guy I've known for almost 13 years! The guy who's protected me since before I can even remember!
I let myself think back to the moment when my ex Matt was trying to force me to sleep with him. The house was empty, and Matt being high as a fucking kite, thought it was an awesome time to take my virginity. I remember fighting against him, telling him it wasn't the right time, but as he forced his fingers inside of me, I thought all hope was gone. I didn't want to lose my virginity. I was only just turned 15 at the time, and although most of my friends had already given up their 'V plates', Chase and Justin had taught me to respect myself.

~flashback~
"Matt, seriously, get the fuck off me!" I yell, trying to push his weight off me, as his fingers forced their way inside of me again. It hurt like hell, considering I was far from turned on right now.
"I'm not fucking waiting anymore. You're such a fucking cock tease!" He growls, as I start feeling sore from where his fist is continuously smashing against my mound.
"Fucking get off me! You're fucking hurting me Matt!" I scream, somehow bringing my feet up beneath him, trying to kick him off.
"Mmmm baby, you want it deeper? Get you ready for when I shove my hard cock in there right?!"
"Fuck!" I scream, tears now falling onto my cheeks.
I was fucking done for. This wasn't how I wanted it to be, that's for sure! To think that Matt would have probably been the one I eventually gave it to angered me now.
What happened next was definitely a massive relief, and it all happened so fast.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I suddenly feel the weight lifted from on top of me, before a loud crash. Shooting my eyes open, I realize Justin has literally thrown Matt across the room, and is now smashing the shit out of him.
"You fucking little cunt! You think that's how you fucking treat girls? She fucking said she didn't want it!" Justin yells loudly, throwing punches into Matts stomach. I quickly slide my sweatpants on, hoping Justin didn't see anything.
To say that I've never seen Justin so angry would be an understatement. This is a Justin I've never seen before. His face red with fury, the vein in his neck throbbing with anger. His arm muscles bigger than I've ever seen them before, and he's sweating.
"I'll fucking beat the shit out of you!!" He yells again, as Matt slumps against the wall.
"Justin STOP!" I scream, my face saturated from the tears.
He ignores me, and kicks his stomach a few times.
"Fuck Justin, STOP! He's not fucking moving!" I scream, running to him and grabbing his arm.
The second my hand is on him, he stops and turns to me, running his blood covered hands through his hair.
"Fuck! Jen, are you okay? I'm so sorry, I should've been here sooner, this wouldn't have happened!" He says, looking down at me, softness taking over the anger.
He pulls me into his arms as I sob into his chest, before pulling away.
"Is he okay Justin?" I whisper, looking over at Matt.
"I don't fucking care. Piece of shit can rot in hell!" He growls.
"I'm serious Justin...you didn't...you haven't killed him have you?" I whisper even quieter than before.
We both stand staring at Matts body slumped against the wall, blood everywhere.
"Fuck..." Justin groans, walking towards him. He lifts his wrist and feels a pulse, then listens for a heartbeat.
"He's okay..." Justin says, looking relieved.
Justin dropped Matt off on his front doorstep that night. Not before taping a piece of paper on his chest which read,
"Teach your kid how to respect women, and this won't happen again!"
Safe to say, I never saw Matt again. Not that I wanted too.
~end flashback~
I'm not sure whether what I'm feeling for Justin is legit. I mean, I know I'm attracted to him more than I've ever been attracted to anyone...I know I love him. He's part of the family. But that's just it...He's part of the family.