kardashian | h.s.

same mistakes

***guys, serious trigger warning: there is  depiction of domestic abuse in this chapter!***

november 30th
"have you seen justin?" i ask a group of people and they all shake their heads. we're at usher's party but i lost justin in the crowd. "hey, kaia!" usher hugs me and i hug him quickly. "hi! quick question, have you seen justin?" i ask him and he nods. "yeah he's dancing with some girl, you know justin." he laughs for a second before realization hits him.

"wait. you guys aren't back together, are you?" he asks worriedly and i nod slowly, blinking back tears. "oh no. kaia, i'm so sorry. i-" he starts to explain but i cut him off "it's okay, i'll go deal with it. where are they?" i ask and he points to a general direction.

i find justin with a beer in his hand, along with the back of some blonde girl's head, as she's attached to my boyfriend by the lips. i cough loudly, but neither one of them hear me over the music. "justin!" i yell and he pushes her off of him. once i can actually see her face, i see that it's hailey baldwin. i roll my eyes at her before turning back to justin. "that's it. i'm fucking done." i say calmly before turning around and walking towards the exit of the building.

before i reach the door, justin grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him, still holding his beer bottle in his other hand. his grip is so tight that it's hurting me. "kaia, i'm sorry. please don't walk away from me. i need you." he begs, regret and sadness in his eyes. "no, you need hailey." i say before trying to release myself from his grasp, which only makes him tighten it. i wince in pain. "justin, let go!" i finally get myself out of his hold and exit the house.

"i said, don't walk away from me!" justin yells from behind me and grabs me again. his tone scares me but i keep my fear hidden, not wanting him to see me as weak. "let go of me, you asshol-"

i'm cut off by a sudden, sharp pain in my nose. i look at justin in disbelief. the regret is gone from his eyes, and replaced by pure anger and hate. "don't call me an asshole, you slut." he punches me again, this time making me lose my balance and fall backward. i cant help but cry now as i'm in an immense amount of pain, physical and emotional.

the truth is, this isn't the first time justin's done this to me. the first time we dated, he used to hit me sometimes, only when he was really angry. i never told anyone though, because i had been so in love with him that i thought there was nothing wrong. i was blind to the fact that he'd been abusing me. but this is the first time since we got back together that he's hit me again.

"i fucking made you. i'm the only person who would ever date you. you're nothing without me and you know it too. i was nice enough to stay with you for two years. but you know what? you're worthless, kaia. worthless. so fuck you for calling me an asshole when i was nothing but nice to you. i dates you out of pity, i never loved you. no one could ever love you."

he ends his rant by kicking me as hard as he can twice. then, i feel a sharp pain from my forehead and i know that he's thrown his beer bottle at me. he looks down at the shards of glass on the ground and walking back inside of usher's house. there's nobody around me, they're all inside so no one witnessed what just happened. i don't have the energy to even stand up, so i just lay there and cry.

i know i'm bleeding but there's nothing i can do about it. after a minute, i figure that i need to call someone to pick me up. i cant call anyone in my family because i don't want them to see me like this. taylor's not in california anymore, so i cant call her. i decide to call the one person that i really don't want to call. harry.

i haven't really spoken to him since the album release party, which was like two weeks ago. two weeks is a really long time for harry and i to not speak. he's gonna say "i told you so", which i'm really not in the mood for right now, but he's my only real option. i call him and ask him to come get me, without really explaining the whole situation, since i figure that's more of an in-person conversation.

harry: "hello?"
kaia: "hi, harry. i know you're mad at m-"
harry: "kai, are you crying? what happened?!"
kaia: "can you please come get me? i'll explain in the car."
harry: "absolutely, just text me the address. i'm on the way."

i text him the address and he's here within 20 minutes. he lives kind of far from here, so i don't know how he got here so quickly, but i don't question it. i just get in the car. he's in sweatpants and his shirt is inside out. he must've been sleeping when i called and left the house in a rush. he's so sweet.

"oh my god, kaia, what happened to you?" he panics as he touches my bleeding nose. i flinch a little as he does so. "kaia, who did this to you?" he asks again, this time a little angrier. "please, can we just go?" i ask, a little embarrassed to tell him. "of course, love." harry assures me, his voice laced sympathy and concern.

when we get inside his house, i break down. harry collects my frail body into his arms and carries me to the couch. we sit down but he continues to hold me while i cry. "kai, baby. i know you don't want to talk about it but you have to tell me who did this to you." he tells me sweetly.

"justin was kissing hailey and i-" i begin to explain but harry interrupts me. "justin? justin fucking hit you?! i swear to god, i'm gonna fucking kill him. he's fucking dead." he angrily mumbles, standing up from the couch and beginning to walk to the door. "haz, please. not now." i beg, my voice sounding pathetic as it cracks mid sentence. his face immediately softens as he nods his head, "okay." he mumbles. but it's still clear that he wants to kill justin for what he did.

"just, tell me what happened, please." he asks me, with a pain very evident on his face. there's still traces of anger but it's been mostly replaced with sympathy and sadness as he studies the marks left on me.

i explain to him, the full story, starting with the first time justin ever hit me, about a year and a half ago, and by the end, we're both crying. harry doesn't cry very often, so this is weird to me, but nows not really the time to say anything to him about it, so i don't. "kai, babe, you don't deserve to be treated like this. why didn't you tell this was going on?" he asks me softly as he helps me clean my face. "i don't know, i was so in love with him i was blind to it. i thought if i told anyone, they'd make me leave him, and i wasn't ready for that, then."

it occurs to me for a moment, how cliche this situation is. it feels like in a movie, right before the two main characters kiss. however this thought is quickly replaced by he stinging pain i feel as harry presses something to my cheek and i curse loudly, as a reflex. this makes us both laugh for moment before harry turns serious again.

"i'm serious, kai. he can't do this to you. i hope you don't plan on seeing him again, because i won't let that happen." he says, in a slightly stern voice. i shake my head quickly. "never. i'm done with him. promise." i say as i hold up my pinky. harry laces it with his. pinky promises are a big deal to harry and i. we're never allowed to break a pinky promise. we take them very seriously.

"good." he says, kissing my head lightly. "now go to bed, i think it's best you get some rest." he says before adding quickly, "hey, that rhymed!" and i laugh. "oh, shut up."
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A/N: Hi guys! Thank you so much for reading! I just want to remind everyone that this is not based on the actual Justin Bieber! He was just the easiest, since there's obviously pictures of Selena Gomez with Justin Bieber. I'm sorry to Justin for making him out to be this bad of a person, lol. I might rewrite this storyline with a made up name and just use Justin's face as a face claim, but idk yet.