Broken: Sequal To Losing Me

Chapter Thirty One

"Broken" Chapter 31

Selena’s P.O.V

I sat on the couch for hours, just staring off into nothing while Justin gathered things into the car so we could leave. He refused to let me take my stuff to the car because it involved going into our room, and I can’t go in there. I won’t. Flashes of what happened hours ago are filled in that room.

“Sel are you ready?” Justin asked quietly from behind me. I looked at him and his eye was purple and his lip was still busted with dry blood that ran down his chin. I walked over to him, grabbing his hand and leading him into the kitchen area. I took a paper towel and ran it under the water and grabbed his chin lightly and cleaned the blood off.

“We need to get you to the hospital. A simple band-aid isn’t going to heal your head” he said looking closely at the cut. I simply nodded and took a step closer to Justin and hew rapped his arms around me gently. My whole body hurt. Mainly my jaw, head, my neck, and I had a bruise forming quite nicely on my cheek and my knuckles are a little sore from when I punched Matt.

“Come on” Justin said quietly and wrapped an arm around me. I crossed my arms over my chest and followed him out, hearing him close the door behind us and locking the door. He pulled me into his side and we walked out to thecar. It had all of our bags in it and a few things we didn’t need here that we could just leave at home.

Justin helped me into the car and looked at me, moving a piece of hair out of my face which made me flinch, because it reminded me of when Matt did it.

“I’m sorry baby” he whispered. I shook my head and looked back at him only to see pain in his eyes and that he looked on the verge of tears,

“Don’t be. I’m just a little jumpy.” I said quietly. He nodded and grabbed my hand, kissing the top of it before shutting my door and walking over to his side to get in. I pulled the sleeves on my sweatshirt over my hands and placed them in my lap, looking out the window silently as we drove to the hospital. Justin respected that I was in no mind state to talk normally to anyone, even him, so he just stayed quite as well and placed his hand on my thigh comfortingly.

I owe Justin everything. If he didn’t come into the room, who knows where I would be right now. He got Matt off of me and he even took punches to the face, for me. I owe him my life, because with the way things were going before he showed up, I might not have had a life anymore.

Justin’s P.O.V

What happened today doesn’t even feel real. I don’t want to believe that it happened, I want to think of it as a bad dream.

That was the worst thing I have ever experienced in my life. I expected to come home and see my girlfriend and kiss her, hug her, hold her and see the smile on her face that makes everything worth while. But instead in come hometo see the living room furniture a little out of place, Selena’s drawing on the ground, and then the worst sight of all. Seeing Selena held up against a wall by someone who has terrified her, trying to simply breathe. Seeing her with cuts and bruises all over her because of someone physically hurting her. Someone who I despise more than anything, someone who I hate. And the feeling that killed me was knowing that she had already had to go through all the pain without me being there to prevent it. She was helpless until I came in. Who knows what she would be doing right now, who knows if she would even be living. That thought scares me like no other. She’s never going to be the same. She is mentally traumatized, need we remember that she already is dealing with mental situations. This only makes matters worse. And I hate seeing her like this.

We pulled up to the hospital and I opened Selena’s door for her. She slowly got out and walked closely to me as I put my arm around her. She was silent the whole way here, and I completely understand.