My Best Friend's Roommate: (Justin Bieber Fan Fic)

Twenty Five | "You Should've Been Here"

I'm still standing looking at Mark. He's still holding me tightly around my waist and I'm kind of scared to do anything. I didn't want him to hit me. He releases me and I take that as an advantage to unlock my car door but, he pulls me back. Mark pins me against the door and presses his body on mine.

"You can't leave me." his grins. I look up at him and it was then that I realized that he needed help. As in, medication. Still having all of body weight against me, he moves his hands down to my butt and squeezes with all of his strength.

"Let me go!" I cry out. He only laughs and smashes his mouth on mine. I get angrier by the second and without thought, I bite down on his lip which I regret because he slaps me.

"Fuck!" Mark touches his lip and when he sees blood on his finger, his eyes widen. He then grabs me by my collar and throws me to the ground. "I tried, Dana. I tried to give you a chance." He spits and stands over me.

"Give me a chance to what, you asshole?!" I look down at my scrapped palm and stand to my feet.

There was fire in his eyes and I couldn't begin to describe how scared I was feeling. He removes his jacket and approaches me, clasping his large hands around my neck. "To not hurt you. I told your boyfriend I had something coming for you."

I clawed at his hands leaving small open cuts on them but it didn't get him to let loose. His grip got tighter and tighter with each scratch and I was starting to loose consciousness. Finally, the last thing I remember was falling slowly to the ground and Mark looking down at me. Everything else went black.

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Justin's POV

I knew Dana was beyond pissed. She had to be. I told her I would be home yesterday. It wasn't my fault though. The meetings were longer than I expected them to be. I knew she was also pissed that I wouldn't tell her what the meetings were about but, I couldn't. No one was suppose to know. Not yet. I get up out of bed at the hotel I was staying at and shower. I couldn't wait to get back to school and hold Dana. I couldn't miss her more anymore than I already did.

After showering, I put on a Nike sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers. I gel my hair into my usual quiff and grab my duffel bag.

"Bye Justin." one of the housekeepers smiled at me as I was leaving the room and she was coming in. She was small with curly black hair and big brown eyes. I wondered how she even knew my name.

"Uh, bye." I move past her and prepare to walk down the hallway.

"Wait." she calls. "You wanna hang out sometime? I mean you're hot, like, really hot---"

"Thanks but---"

"No, you're ridiculously hot and---"

"I have a girlfriend." I don't wait for a response. Instead I'm walking down the hallway, dialing Dana's number.

Voicemail.

Was she really that pissed at me? The last thing she said to me was that she was on her way. I didn't know what she meant by that. In fact, I thought she found out what hotel I was at or what was going on. She never responded to my message though and it worried me.

The ride back to the school was at least an hour and a half. In reality it wasn't that long but, when you were missing your girlfriend like crazy it felt like days. My car hadn't even come to a complete stop before I was pulling the key out of the ignition and slamming the door shut. I left my bag in the car and ran to Dana's building. She was all I cared about at this very moment. I make it all the way up to her room in a matter of two minutes and knock at the door, waiting anxiously for her to open the door. She doesn't so I knock again. Maybe she wasn't here. She was probably downstairs in the lounge or something. I twist her door knob before walking away and it was unlocked. She has to start locking her door.

"Babe?" I whisper when I notice she's in her bed. Gently touching her leg, I hear her whimper. "Babe what's wrong?"

When she turns over to look at me I was in complete shock.

"Who did this to you?" I clench my teeth. Her neck was marked red on each side and black and blue decorated her cheekbone.

Dana didn't say anything. She just looked at me.

"Dana who did this to you?" I was getting angrier by the second. "It was Mark."

I was furious. He'd told me he was going to hurt Dana and I didn't believe him.

"I hate you." Dana says quietly. "I hate you so much."

My eye brows knit and my heart shatters to a million pieces. "What?"

"You should've been here." her eyes are tearing. "This wouldn't have happened if you were here! I hate you Justin."

I couldn't say anything. I was speechless.

She was right.

How could I have been so selfish? I should've stayed with her.

Dana sits up and tears are falling down her cheeks. "Get out. Now."

"Babe I---"

"Get out Justin!" she stands up and starts shoving me. "I hate you, I hate you. Don't ever come back. Don't ever talk to me. Just get out!"

She finally manages to push me out of her room, slamming the door in my face. Sure, I was heart broken about what she'd just told me but at this moment, that was the least of my worries.

I had to find Mark.

So I take my jacket off and leave it in front of Dana's door, running toward the stairwell. I was too angry to wait for that stupid elevator.

It was cold as hell outside but I could care less. I needed to find Mark. A lot of people watched me as I angrily walk around campus. Some people followed me. They knew something was about to happen. I didn't care.

There he was. He was walking in my direction with a girl next to him. Once he sees me, his eyes widen.

"Look man---"

My fist connect with his jaw. I didn't have time for words. Mark was about to get the ass whopping of a lifetime. Once he fell, I kneeled over him and repeatedly punch him in the face.

"Stop!" the girl screams out. She's grabbing at my collar and I push her back, returning my attention to Mark. His mouth and nose was already bleeding non stop but I didn't give a single fuck. I continued to beat his face out until the nearby security pulled me off. I managed to get a final kick to his face before I was dragged away from the scene,

"DON'T EVER FUCKING TOUCH HER AGAIN!"

The last thing I remember him doing was trying to get up from the ground, blood pouring from his nose before I was hauled into the secretary's office.

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