The Monster | j.b (under editing)

Chapter 5

Cara

It was Saturday and Justin was finally home again. But I coudln't enjoy his presence, I had to go to work. I left him some money, even tho I was sure he had enough by himself, but god knew where he had his credit card.

"Cara, why doesn't Justin come with you?" Marvin gave me my caramel coffee and I shrugged. "Do you really think he would enjoy sitting in the office with me?" I took a sip. "How could he not enjoy your presence? I mean, I enjoy every second I'm with you." He grinned. "Yeah, now go back to work or I have to fire your ass, darling." He laughed. "Oh, I'm telling you as a friend." He looked around. "I'm dating Oliver." I looked at him with big eyes. "Oh now you're telling me?" I laughed. "Yeah, wanted to be sure." I smiled and shook my head before I focused back on work. Designs won't make their way to the papers by themselves.

"I'm home!" I screamed and went in the kitchen to get something to drink. As Justin walked in the kitchen I narrowed my eyes at him. "What have you done to yourself?" I asked and referred to the fact, that he wore something only students from high universities would wear. "Don't you like it? I thought I'd change my style." I blinked a few times. "Why do you have glasses. Justin! What did you do?" I laughed and walked over to him. I took his glasses off. "And where are your piercings? You better put them in again." He showed me his tongue. "There's the only piercing left." I rolled my eyes. This boy. Suddenly my breath stopped for a second. "You look like my ex." I eyed him up and down. "An exact copy." I looked him in the eyes. "Uhm .. yeah. Maybe." I shook my head. "Why did you do it?" He shrugged. "I thought you'd think better of me." Sighing, I hugged him. "Justin, put the piercings back in, get in your own clothes and don't act like someone you will never be. Because that's not you. And I only think the best of you." It was silent. His breath gave me goosebumps and I felt good in his arms. "Thank you." He took a step back. "I'm sorry." I shook my head and walked out of the kitchen into the living room. I was tired and just wanted to watch my favorite TV-series. After a few minutes Justin sat down beside me. "Better?" I looked at him. His piercings in again and he was in his own style. Just how I liked it. "So much better." Then I looked at the TV again. But I barely could keep my eyes open and I fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up in an empty house but I didn't make a scene. He probably was out for a walk. He knew I cared. But I should've.

The next day I walked in the office and saw an article about Justin on my desk.

The first Interview in 2 years with The Monster

Did he really do that? In the exact moment as I picked it up, Marvin stormed in my office and was completely out of breath. "Please ... don't ... read ... the newspaper." I turned around. "It's okay, really." I flashed him a smile and he just nodded. I knew he didn't believe me, but what should I do? Give him the newspaper so I don't know what Justin did? No.

I opened the page with the interview. The first line said he wants to get better. I just couldn't believe me eyes. Why didn't he tell me? I needed to call him.

"Cara?" I was silent for a moment before answering. "Why did you do it? You know that they're laughing their asses of." He groaned. "And? It's none of your business. I finally want to get my life in a row again. I need to clear everything. I want my Beliebers back. The ones who made my dream come true." With that he hung up. I was speechless. I never heard him that angry, not with me.

But I didn't think about it. My head was full of work. The designs had to be finished by next week for autumn. When I finally was finished with the work for this day and I drove home. Some people recognized me and murmured something about how I could live with The Monster and how I wanted to help him and that it was impossible. And I slowly started to think it by myself.

When I arrived at home, there was no Justin. But I couldn't think about it. I needed a moment for myself. I took a bath and then went straight to sleep. I woke up as I heard moaning. Furrowing my eyebrows I buried my face in my pillow, thinking Justin probably masturbated and watched porn. I couldn't care less at the moment and fell back asleep.

I talked with Justin's mom as he performed his last song. She was a real sweetheart and was so proud of her son. He came running backstage, sweat on his forehead and a big smile on his lips. He hugged us both. "I love it!" He cheered and ran to the showers. I grinned and shook my head. I made it, he's happy and has his Beliebers back. "I think it's time to leave now." I looked at Pattie. "Thank you for giving him a chance." She nodded with tears in her eyes. "He's my son. I always loved him. Nothing could change that." I smiled, hugged her and then walked out of his life.

I woke up and blinked a few times. I looked around my room and furrowed my eyebrows. This was a dream ... or? I got up and walked downstairs and made breakfast. I didn't bother to look after Justin. He always gets up when he smells breakfast. As I placed my plate on the table, Justin came down with a girl, who had to much make up in her face if you ask me, and had a grin on his face. "Good morning." I placed a third plate on the table for the girl Justin probably had in his bed. I won't make a scene now, I'll talk to him later. He said he wanted to change, but not to that side.

"Finally." Justin closed the door behind that girl. "I couldn't deal with this voice." I cocked up one eyebrow and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Boy. You said you want to change but what are you doing? An interview and then you fuck a hoe." He narrowed his eyes at me. "You don't know anything about me okay?" Now I raised my voice. "Yeah, I may don't know shit about you. But I care about you and I want to help you. But if you're like that I won't be able to help you. Go out, get drunk and fuck these hoes, but don't you dare to tell me that I don't know you. Because I know the real you. The Justin who is afraid of being alone and the Justin that need help. Don't act like nothing's wrong because everything is wrong!" I slapped him across his face and walked in my bedroom.

I shouldn't have slapped him, but I was in rage. He may be depressed. He may be sad. But when somebody talks to me like that I'm not able to handle that. This wasn't Justin. This wasn't the boy I wanted to help so bad. A fight in the sea of his depressions between getting help or drowning. I heard a knock on my door, but I didn't answer. "Cara?" Justin opened the door and looked at me. "I'm not going to fuck these hoes. I'm a man, you know. I sometimes just need satisfaction." I shrugged. "Do you think I care about you fucking around? If I should help you, then be you and not an ass who plays. Get yourself together before you talk to me again, okay?" I stood up from my bed and pushed him out of my sight and closed the door again, before locking it. I would take distance now.

Justin

I ruined it. I thought this sentence would make it better but it didn't. It made everything worse. I was drunk. I fucked a random hoe and now I wish I wouldn't have done that. I want Cara to be sweet to me, to whisper relaxing words in my ears as she stroked my back. This little gestures were worth so much more than this one night. Or was it how I talked to her? I sighed and hit the wall with my fist.

We told you. You're a catastrophe.

An Idiot who ruins everything and everyone.

An ass who scares the only human who cares for him away.

Stupid, stupid boy.

I started to cry, my heart ached and I could barely breath. I haven't felt so sad and depressed in a long time and Cara didn't care anymore. She wanted me away. I locked myself in the bathroom and sat on the floor. I just stared at the ceiling and counted five times to hundred. I tried to calm down, to be me again. The real me. Not the asshole nor the depressed shit.

Cara

In the middle of the night I woke up because I was thirsty. As I made my way back upstairs with a glass filled with water in my hands, I heard whimpers from the bathroom. I sighed. I couldn't let Justin down like that. I opened the bathroom door and froze in my moves as I saw Justin with a red blade in his hands and blood shut eyes which looked at me as I dropped the glass.

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A/N:

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