Lost Without You (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 16-Chances

"Diana, you don't have to do this," Justin protested as I led him toward my car.

"Shut up and get your ass in the car," I ordered, opening my door and stepping inside the vehicle. I heard Justin let out a deep breath.

Soon enough, Justin opened the door, and we began driving back to my house, though we both remained silent for the longest time.

"Thanks," Justin muttered after a while.

I swallowed hard. "You're welcome," I responded lowly, keeping my eyes locked on the road.

"Diana, I want you to know I'm sorry for--"

I rolled my eyes, partially because I was annoyed and partially because I felt I needed to give an apology as well. "Stop, okay? Just stop. Can we please not talk about this right now?"

"Okay," he sighed.

Silence rippled between us once again. And though I basically demanded it, it was killing me.

"Why'd you do it?" I suddenly asked Justin.

"Huh?"

"Why'd you even come out toward us and make a scene?"

"Because you were with that bastard," Justin stated as if it were the most obvious thing he had ever known.

"We were just talking. I thought it made you clear I wanted you to stay away from me," I reminded him sternly.

"And like I said, I thought I made it clear that was not happening. And from my point of view, it looked like Bryce was hurting you. Actually, I know for a fact he did. You have the bruises to prove it, yet you still feel the need to defend him."

"Don't act like you have a right to talk, or like you know anything." I felt my teeth gritting. I wanted to stay mad at him, let him go, but my heart was screaming the exact words I had spoken to Travis...

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"We were locked in the janitor's closet in school. We almost died. He confessed everything to me. We both decided we didn't want to die holding things in. He wouldn't have admitted all the things to me he did if he knew we'd make it out okay. He told me the truth. It's partially my fault he's this messed up asshole now. He regrets what he did to me, and he's been trying to tell me that. But I wouldn't give him a chance, and he just gave up after a while. A week after he ditched me, he tried talking, but I wouldn't listen." This was the first time I had made this realization. I hadn't realized it before I said it out loud. "He made a mistake," I sobbed. "But I was too hard on him. Everyone messes up, and he deserves a second chance. He's changing, Travis. With everything with me out in the open, he doesn't feel the need to pretend anymore. He doesn't need to be a player and sleep with girls and drink because he's angry with himself at what he did."
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I wanted nothing more than to hold Justin in my arms and kiss him senselessly. But I was holding back. I still didn't trust him. Besides, there was always the boy in the back of my mind.

Bryce Meyers.

I hadn't had any time to comprehend and digest all the events that had recently occurred. Bryce claimed he wanted me, but he lost his temper and left bruises. It wasn't the first time he'd done something like that. Then there was also the fact that Justin attempted to step in, resulting in a huge brawl between the two. And that wasn't enough. I had to watch Justin get beaten to a pulp while being reminded that I let go off my two best friends after they supported me and tried being there for me. I was such an idiot; they tried reaching out, but I ignored their efforts. They eventually gave up, and rightfully so. But I always knew they cared and wished I would open up again. I remembered Bryce saying that when he told me to "go kill myself," he was with "the guys." I knew he meant Zach and Ben, two perverted assholes from his basketball team who never liked me. Travis and Josh cared; they never would've let Bryce send that text if they were with him. Even I knew that.