Fall To Pieces-Sequal to Break My Fall

Chapter 12

"Fall To Pieces" Chapter 12

Selena’s P.O.V

Mike and Demi? I couldn’t believe it.I didn’t believe it.

I had come straight to Mike’s apartment, from the CU demipus. And I couldn’t freaking believe what my eyes were seeing.

“What the hell is going on?” I demanded, as I stood in the doorway of Mike’s apartment.

Demi stood inside the door, wrapped in a towel. Mike stood behind her, clad in a pair of boxer shorts. I really didn’t know why I was asking that question. It was obvious from their guilty faces, and near naked bodies, exactly, what was going on…which stemmed my next question.

“Let me rephrase my question to- how long has this been going on?”

Demi shuddered, tears filled her eyes. “Oh, Selena…”

“How long?” I demanded. “Is this a new thing, or…”

My words trailed off as my brain put the pieces together.

“Oh my god,” I gasped in disgust, realization dawning on me. “That’s why were so horrible to me for being friends with Mike,” I said, disgusted. “You were jealous.”

“Selena,” Mike said, but I waved a hand at him.

“Tell me one thing,” I asked Demi. “How many months have you been cheating on Derek, and lying to all of us?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Mike added defensively. “We’re in love. We love each other, Selena…”

“How long, Demitri?” I urged.

“Since January,” she whispered, lowering her eyes. “It just happened. One night, after visiting you, we went to a bar, had too much to drink…and then things just happened. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, especially Derek. But I fell in love him and I can’t change the way I feel.”

“Well,” I said stiffly. “I guess I know one thing.” I glared at Mike as I spoke. “Justin was dead right about you.”

*****

Justin was leaning against my bedroom door when I got home.

“Baby,” he whispered standing up.

“Don’t,” I warned.

Stepping around him, I walked inside and slammed my door. I started pulling my clothes out of my wardrobe quickly and packing them in my duffel bag.

When I first escaped my life in Louisiana, I didn’t think there could be any reason, or force on this earth, that would send me home to my daddy. I obviously hadn’t added Justin Bieber, into that equation. My door flew open, and Justin stormed in. I ignored him and continued packing.

I was so done. I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t. I’d had enough of Rachel. I’d had enough of it all.

“What are you doing?” he asked, reaching out to touch me.

I was having none of it.

“Don’t touch me.”

He balled his fists, his body shuddered. “Why are you doing this to me? You know I love you.”

“Just not enough,” I sneered, grabbing my underwear out of a drawer and tossing it in a bag. “Not enough to walk away from her.”

She was the crux of all our problems. Rachel would always find a way to get in between us.

He lowered his head. “You don’t get it, baby, Rachel is sick. She is having some kind of a breakdown.”

“Oh, I get it, Justin,” I screamed. “I get that you have an irrational need to protect that girl. Maybe it’s because you think you owe her, but I can clearly see it’s because you love her. You’re so consumed in her.”