Soaked In Blood ( Jastin )

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  It's easier to pretend, or so I like to think. It's easier to cover up the scars with make up than to answer the questions they ask. It's easier to fake a smile than frown and make others worry.

   It all started after the marriage. My management arranged the marriage with his parents. Justin Bieber and Tyler Williams, the most famous singer and one of the most successful businessmen in the world, they said. My fame will add up to his reputation and his reputation will add up to my fame. We're the Hollywood's 'it' couple, as well as in business world, no one could beat us down.

  But noone sees what I'm going through to keep up with this heartless man. I love him.. I have to love him. He's my husband, he deserves faith. He's faithful, I know he is. He never goes to other men or women, they won't fulfill his needs like my body does, he says so himself. But his love is painful. His love making ends up with blood. His anger leaves marks on my body, soaking me in blood, soaking himself in blood. Pain is unbearable, sometimes I faint. But he never shows a remorse. He has no heart.

  I end my show, leaving my fans screaming and crying in joy. I'm happy to see them happy, but sometimes I feel like they don't love me the same. Noone notices the pain I'm going through.. here you go again, blaming them when you're the one who covers up the scars.

  I feel guilty when I'm being so self centered, but I can't help it. I want them to notice, but I don't want them to notice as well. It's better they don't know... Or it's better if they find out.. at least they'll feel sorry for me.

  I grab the water bottle my manager offers, falling on the couch in backstage and gulping down the cold liquid thirstily. Sweat roll down my body, soaking my clothes and all I want is to jump in the shower and wash the dirtiness away.

  " Nice performance up there" Familiar masculine voice speaks and I almost choke on water. I fear him, he's intimidating but he's my husband. I smile, turning to him. My shirt is soaked in water from spitting some out.

  " H-hi Tyler" I make room for him on the couch immediately.

  He sits down, grabs the water bottle from my hand and places it on the floor after closing the cap. " Scott says I can take you back to hotel now" he smirks slightly. " Are you ready?"

  " Uh" I need to shower, but.." yeah of course" I smile.

   " you look exhausted" he pouts slightly. " You should take a nap on the way back" he suggests.

  I nod, he's not all that bad, I need to learn to not get on his nerves. I lecture myself again.

  I hesitate a little before I place my hands on his shoulder, and place my lips on his. He kisses back, I pull away as he sucks my bottom lip out a bit.

  "  Not so shy anymore, are you?" He jokes a bit. I blush but smile.

   " You've seen my dirtiest sides, what's the point of being shy?" I say. He laughs loud and I giggle a little.

  " Let's go back to hotel and be as dirty as it gets" he suggests. I need to run away already but he doesn't need to know that.

  " I thought you had a business meeting" I wonder out loud.

  " What business meeting does matter when you have a husband like this?" He runs his fingers above my lips, half joking but his eyes glows, glows with desire.

   I shiver under his touch, I don't know if it's a good kind of reaction or not. I smile small as his green eyes looks into my hazel-green eyes.

  " No, really, you're supposed to be in new York, not LA. "

  He looks kind of annoyed, pulling his hand away and scoffing. " It got postponed, now can we go?" His voice rough. I need to slap myself for getting on his nerves but I'm too stupid like that.