The Boy Next door (j.b)

Chapter 17 ~ Trust

~ Chapter 17 ~

I was still sitting by the beach watching the waves, totally ignoring the calls from Andrew and Kendall.

I felt selfish. They're my only friends and I'm ignoring them. Just because some words that came out of their mouth.

This is ridiculous. Why am I so freaking weak? Can't I be one of those strong girls that are depressed but still keeps a smile on their face? Can't I be one of those girls that are happy, that have no worries about their life but what they are going to wear the next day?

But I had to get this life. Where I am abused by my own father.

My phone started vibrating again. I sighed and picked it up. This time it was Justin.

Ariana: hey

Justin: hey, you're still at Andrew's?

Ariana: No, I left

Justin: do you want to come over or something? I am done with the work and I don't have anything to do

Ariana: sure, I am on my way!

I declined the call right after. I stumbled up to my feet again before I started to walk my way back to our street.

I had to walk by Andrews house this time, but I hoped he wouldn't see me.

At these times I wished I could have a hoodie to hide under.

I looked down with my hands in my pockets as I passed his house.

I sighed in relief when it was behind me. They didn't notice me.

After a while I arrived at our neighbourhood. I looked over at my house, Ted's car wasn't there. That means he's not home. Instead of swinging into my house I turned my legs and walked towards Justins.

I knocked on his door, waiting for him to open up.

"Well look who decided to stop by" Justin had opened the door and talked with a deep, jokey voice.

I giggled. "Yes and it's a pleasure to be here"

He laughed and let me in.

I took off my shoes before following him to his room.

"So, why did you leave?" He asked as we sat down on his bed.

I sighed. "Nothing special, I just wanted to give them some alone time"

"Them?" He asked. "I thought you were just meeting Andrew?"

"Well I was, but Kendall slept over at his house last night" I said.

"No offense, but you're the worst liar I've ever met" he giggled.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked him, sighing for the second time. He just nodded.

"Okay, well we had a fight" I said honestly.

"Dosen't seem like they're the types that fight a lot" he said, raising his shoulders.

"I know, they aren't. They just said something that offended me, kind of" I said as I looked away.

I don't know why I am telling him this.

"Yeah, but bestfriends do that right? They offend each other, but they don't really mean it" he said.

"Yeah but this isn't something they can offend me with. It's serious and they know that as well as I do. And they don't get that they hurt me more than ever with this" I said, my eyes tearing up.

Justin didn't say anything. He looked at my tears on my cheek with a worried and confused look. I brushed them off my cheeks, uncomfortable with him seeing my weak side.

"This is ridiculous. Why do I cry over something like this, I've never done it before"

"Don't worry, cry as much as you want. It dosen't bother me" he said, starting to put his arm around my shoulder. I started getting paranoid. I quickly got out of his arm to the other side of the bed with my legs up to my chest, looking terrified over at him.

He looked more confused than ever.

"Okay Ariana, what's happening with you?" He asked, crossing his arms.

Silence.

"I... I..." none of the words came out of my mouth. When I realized that he didn't know about Ted I closed my eyes, I didn't want to open them again. The looks he's giving me isn't helping.

"You?" He asked, trying to continue my sentence. "Is this about yesterday? Did something happen? Uhm does he get drunk a lot or what?" He tried to find every single reason. But he never found the right one.

"Justin... just" I sighed "Stop"

I finally let my feet over the edge of the bed.

"Just tell me, what's wrong? You can trust me with anything. I promise" he said desperately. He moved his body closer to mine, but we didn't touch.

"Are you sure that you're trustable? I barely know you"

"I am sure as hell" he said, putting his right hand on my left leg.

It didn't last long before I brushed it off again.

He was still confused. I wouldn't let him touch me. No one can touch me anymore, without me feeling Ted's touch.

"Fine, I'll tell you. But this isn't just a secret. This is my life. This is my story. And if you tell anyone my life could be ruined, you understand that?" I said quietly.

He nodded, ready to hear my story.