Written. (JB//Complete)

Chapter 11.

Justin

      I sat at the bar taking swigs of my beer every once in a while. The pub was more crowded than usual, I think it's because there was some party going on. Everyone was screaming and laughing around me, it was quite fucking annoying if you ask me. And the thing that made me even more pissed was that he was here. James was in the same damn building as me.

He was over at the pool table with a few women at his side who were lazily giggling at him, probably drunk as half the people in the pub were (partially including myself). One of the girls near him I actually knew. Only, she wasn't harrassing him like the others were; she sat at a table alone having a drink of her own. Her name is Lily, she's actually a friend of James's, believe it or not. I truthfully don't think she enjoys being with him though, she doesn't deserve to be, especially when his past is pretty well-kown. I honestly have no idea why she's always with James. Scratch that—I know exactly why. She's too afraid to leave him, afraid of what he'd do to her if she did so. I wouldn't blame her.

Lily's one of those girls that don't have much of a reputation anymore. She's seen as a slut, a skimpy little daddy's girl, and that's almost impossible to change. I wouldn't see why she wouldn't be considered that though, she is pretty hot.

It caught a bit of my attention when James finally left the group of girls he was formally with to walk to the table Lily was sitting at. She hadn't noticed him though—her silky black hair covering her side view—until he sat down next to her. He leaned onto the table and smirked at her, then he began to speak. Although, I could barely hear him; it was too loud to hear anything I wanted to focus on, including my own thoughts. So I just watched them from a distance, sipping my drink every once in a while, their lips moving back and forth. I could tell Lily was getting annoyed with him, but he kept playing her on.

Just after she'd had enough, she whined something back at him.

"I don't want to, James," is what I read from her lips.

That seemed to anger him, and I could tell because he slapped her right then and there. Slapped her. I immediately shot up from my seat at the bar and rushed toward the two. Lily was gripping her cheek, her mouth agape, as James stood up, and I was coming closer and closer. This asshole didn't know what was coming for him.

Once Lily saw me getting close to them, she gasped and James turned around. Perfect. I swung my fist to his face, the impact causing his head to turn red in rage. Many gasps filled the bar and soon we'd gathered a group to surround the scene. Before I could get any more hits to James, he regained himself and punched me back right in the jaw, taking me by surprise. I forgot how much stronger and larger he is than I am, but none of that mattered at the moment. I stumbled back and that gave him the opportunity to hit me again, this time in the stomach. I clutched my abdomen and groaned; I was not in the shape to do this right then, especially when I was partly drunk. James laughed at me.

"You're pathetic, Bieber. Why do you even try?"

My anger boiled inside of me even more. Right as I was about to straighten back up, he kicked me down hard, making me fall to the ground.

"James! Stop!" Lily yelled.

I saw her rush over to James and tried pulling him away, just as Scarlett did to me... No. Stop thinking about that, it's not the time. James pushed her off of him resulting in her falling to the ground. I groaned and wanted to pound him in the face so badly, but before I could realize what was happening, James jumped on top of me, pinning me to the ground, and began punching me. Over and over. My head flew from side to side, each and every hit feeling more numb. I struggled to move from under him. I tried kicking him off, kneeing him, but he was too heavy. My vision began to get slightly blurry, but I regained it when I noticed the weight from above me was removed. James was being pulled off of me by the pub manager, who, might I add, looked furious. I doubt I'm able to come back here anymore.

I rolled over on my hands and knees to obtain myself. I looked up at James through my sweaty hair with an enraged look and wiped some blood from lip. Lily rushed over to me, her cheek slightly tinted pink from the slap she received earlier.

"Bloody hell, why the fuck would you do that?" she asked me, crouching by my side.

"What are you talking about? That prick fucking hit you," I spat, giving James the evil-eye. Of course, he had a smirk on his lips.

"That's none of your matter. I'm fine," she said.

With that, she got up from beside me, walked over to James and gave him a dirty look, then stamped out of the pub. James looked over at me and he only had a split lip and bloody nose. I, on the other hand, probably looked much worse than him, but I couldn't feel anything to identify what could have been fucked up. I instantly jumped up when I saw James stroll over to me, but he didn't throw any more punches.

"You never listen, Bieber," he laughed. "You didn't have a chance."

He roughly shoved my chest before exitting the bar. The bartender came to my aid right as James left, but I shrugged him off and barged out of the pub. I knew exactly where I was going next.

Scarlett can't know about this, I couldn't let her know. All she needed to know was to stay away from James, and that's exactly what she's going to do, or else... or else she'll get into huge trouble. I remember the night when I saw him in the alley with her and he hurt her. If there's anything I hate the most, it's women being treated like shit. It pains me to see that happen, and it pained me to see Mom be treated like that...

As much as that's the past, it feels like it happened only last night. Why won't that damn memory fade out of my mind? Fuck it.

When Scarlett came over the other night, I knew she didn't want to. She seemed so awkward and edgy, I hope it wasn't my fault, the fact that I was half drunk. She's so different. If I had any other girl over, they would be all over me, not caring if I'm drunk or not. But I haven't made out or fucked other girls when I'm sober; it's always when I'm drunk.

That's the thing. I was drunk when I kissed Scarlett. I kissed her rough and hard, I went farther than I should've, especailly with a girl like her. I need to keep in mind that she isn't like the other women I've been with. Hell, I haven't even been in an actual relationship in years, probably since high school, and those weren't even legit. I can't handle relationships, I always ruin them. I just use the women for sex and they use me for that too, it's always the same. I'm always with the same type of people as myself. I don't even give a fuck if it's wrong that I 'use' them, if you could even say that. Technically, I'm not since they use me, too, for the same reason.

At least I don't beat them.

Maybe it's good that I have someone different than me in my life now, and hopefully it stays that way.
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