Psychotic

Chapter 30

Don't you ever wake up feeling completely fine but after some seconds pass by you start to get intense pains caused by past events of the previous day? Well thats what happened to me as soon as I woke up.

I couldn't remember much of last night, all my memories were blurred and I couldn't even remember that we went back to his apartment- As I predicted due to the already familiar boy room.

Well he brought me back...

I stood from where I was laying, it wasn't a bed, I could tell that by the pinching pain on my back.

I was on the floor, more specifically on a white towel.

I tried to stand up but my sprained ankle which I though it was ok showed up by spreading a noticeable pain over the sprained area.

I stood up resisting the pain. I stretched my sore body and another pain started to hit me hard. This time at the back of my head.

I pulled my hair to one side slowly and I brushed my fingers on the higher section of the back of my neck.

A unbearable pain sent me warnings. I moaned to the rough feeling pulling my hand away from the harmed area.

I couldn't actually remember why it hurt so much but I decided not to think much about it so maybe I wouldn't notice it too much.

I walked towards the bathroom connected to his room switching the lights on before I entered it.

Stopped right in front of the wide flat mirror and my eyes descried my body in shock.

My hair was pretty messy, I guessed that it was due to the sleep but both of my arms and face had several bruises, red marks and cuts.

The smallest of them didn't hurt that much but some of them, the bigger ones, gave me more noticeable pains.

I sighed as I dropped my gaze to the sink, I couldn't remember how I got them but I have an idea of who caused them.

I wiped a tear that made its way down my cheeks secretly. I couldn't recognise who I was with all of those marks destroying and deforming my body.

I sighed again wetting my face and applying cold water to the bigger bruises and cuts. I gasped to the bitter feeling of the water in contact with the open cuts but most were already scabbed.

I combed my hair really carefully trying to undo the tangles of my brunette waves without causing any more harm to my skin.

I managed to pull it decently after five minutes of precise combing.

I gave one last look to my reflection and I cursed myself for not having any make up to hide all the ugly deformities.

I walked back to Justin's room to slip into some normal clothes. I opened the drawer he set for me days ago and I picked up a comfy white shirt with the drawing of an anchor which had a word underneath it; "Strength" in thin big cursive handwriting. Then I picked a light pair of skinny jeans since my legs didn't look nice either.

I stayed in flip-flops, not like I was gonna go anywhere.

I sighed as a strong roar coming from my stomach broke the silence. I held my stomach with both hands.

I haven't had nothing decent to eat for almost two days and I was starting to feel my energy levels dropping steadily.

I gazed to the closed door which connected his room with the living room. I could hear the TV on so I guessed that he was in the house.

I doubted to open the door and just grab something to eat but my stomach was complaining persistently.

Food being priority I opened the door slowly and stepped in the familiar living room. I looked at the counter of the kitchen where Justin leaned devouring a bowl of cereals.

His eyes travelled up to meet mines but I looked away instantly, he doesn't deserve my attention.

I walked towards the fridge letting my hair to cover part of my face so I wouldn't have to look at his perfectly evil face.

I opened the fridge and thousands of scents of food filled my nostrils. I thanked God that there was enough food in the fridge and picked a fresh apple along with an orange brick.

Then I filled a vessel with the orange juice and gave the apple a bite.

"Are you going to ignore me all day?" I heard a clearly annoyed voice say but I kept my eyes on the already bitten apple tightly gripped with my left hand.

"Dont ignore me, I don't like it!" He grabbed me by my free wrist and turned me around to make me face him.

His eyebrows were frowned and he had eyebags under his eyes, probably he didn't sleep right last nigh. His hair was messy yet it looked kinda sexy -concentrate!- and he has a slightly unshaved bear that didn't look bad on him.

"Its all about what you want, don't even expect me to look at you after last night" I spat bitterly daring to look as his eyes with an intense hate.

He shook his head like he couldn't believe what I just said. "All about me? Look Baby I gave you clothes, food and a bed so don't tempt me incase you want to loose them" He replied and although he was right I never asked him for any of those things.

"Hm, Hello? Earth to Justin, I had all of that before you kidnapped me!" I crossed my arms up to my chest feeling fearless of what he could do to me.

He gulped locking his eyes with mines. "I try my best to please you Katrina but you lie and run away from me, I ain't all bad" He spoke soothing his tone a little.

"Yeah because beating the shit out of me is the best way to please me, right?" I stopped to see his reaction and I most certainly hit a weak spot since he lowered his head and clenched his jaw, he knew I was right.

"I wouldn't hit you if you just stayed with me..." He whispered lowly, probably not expecting me to hear him, but I did and I could perceive the sorrow of his words even though I wasn't going to buy that excuse.

I sighed before moving away from him heading to the bedroom again, I already had enough of him and its only 10:23 a.m.