Written. (JB//Complete)

Chapter 28.

It's Saturday, the morning after Prom, and I still haven't gotten the thought of James's scheme out of my mind. Heck, I couldn't even sleep beceause of it. What will Justin think about the plan? Wait-he won't be thinking anything, because I'm not going to tell him.

No, I need to tell him.

But then what will James do if he finds out that Justin knows? Ugh, I'm such a horrible person. I'm actually going along with this. Oh my god, I'm going insane.

I'm almost too scared to look in the mirror, knowing that I probably look like a corpse who hasn't slept in forever. I groan, finishing the last lines of my entry on the sheet of paper in front of me.

Regrets, regrets, regrets; regrets are what will cause me to live in pain, in shame, in doubt. I can't turn back now, not what I've begotten. So there's nothing left to do, but to flow along with the stream that takes me along the haunting path which I'm too late to turn away from. All I've got to say is, there's no turning back now.

I shove the paper back into the drawer in my desk and frustratingly flop onto my bed, thinking, thinking, thinking... I need to stop thinking.

Thank god the sound of my doorbell rings to restrain myself from going any further with my thoughts.

I get back up from my plush bed and see who could be here for me at this unearthly hour of the morning, me being the only one awake in the house right now. I open the front door, disclosing a distressed and spent Justin; his hair messier than I've ever seen it, tire belligerently visible in his features, and a hint of something else in his eyes that pains something inside of me even more.

"Justin?" I say quietly enough so my mother doesn't wake up.

He looks at me and gives me the weakest smile. I don't even care that I'm still dressed in my pajamas, like I usually would. I only care about why he could be so broken-looking right now.

"You're okay," he clarifies. Did he think something bad was going to happen to me? Wait, he knew James was coming, he tried telling me. I should have listened.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I scan him one last time and give him a worried look, about to ask him if he's okay (although it's obvious that he isn't), but then I remember that I can't be around him right now. So instead, I say, "You should leave."

His small smile drops, making me a feel guilty.

"But I just walked all the way over here, for you, to see how you're doing." He continues rambling on, fumbling with his words. "You haven't even told me what he told you! I fucking warned you!"

I wince and shift on my feet, wanting to apologize, wanting to say so many things that I know I can't say. I feel as if I'm controlled now.

"Please, just leave," I say, barely audible.

He stares at me in shock, then angrily, but he doesn't take any of his angry actions to use even though they're boiling inside of him so badly.

Alternatively, he mumbles, "I'll be back later," then begins walking down the porch steps.

"I don't think that's a good idea," I try to say without any emotion, but I knew he could tell there was some pain in saying that. He takes a step up the stairs, walking back towards me.

"Why not? Scarlett, what did James fucking do to you last night?" he fiercly says, but not loudly. I don't answer him, I only look at the ground.

"What makes you so scared of me all of a sudden?" he says oh so quietly, this time sounding torn as ever, making me want to hold him in my arms and show him that I actually do care about him.