If I Die... (Final Ending to Deadly in Love)

Chapter 4

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Chapter song: Swap It Out by Justin Bieber
(Justin's pov)
Jason's the leader? Why? No. This is terrible. Do you know how bad he is? He's worse than I was. He's my twin brother. He rejects love and affection in his life. He destroys everything. He is nothing but dangerous, especially to us. My phone buzzed, and I looked at it.
"Say goodbye to Christie and Drew"
The text was from a random number, but I knew who it came from. Jason. I can't let him near Christie or Drew. If he does, then they're are dead in a heartbeat. No. I can't let that happen. They didn't do anything. I'm don't know what I did, but I'd rather die, then see Christie or Drew suffer from Jason's brutal killing.
"You guys should go. I need to think"
I sat down in thought.
"Ok, we'll see you soon, bro"
Za and the others left.
"Justin, are you alright?"
Christie came up and rubbed my hand.
"Yea, just thinking"
I mumbled.
"It's ok, Justin. I'm gonna go take a shower"
She kissed my cheek before walking upstairs. What am I gonna do about this? About him?
(Christie's pov)
Poor Justin. I wish I could help him. He shouldn't be stressing over all this. I took a shower then frowned at my appearance in the mirror. What do I have to do? I want to be perfect. I can't look at myself anymore, so I covered all the mirrors with towels. I started to cry in bed, hugging myself to ease the hatred. I really tried to stop caring, but I can only take so much.
"Christie, why are you crying?"
Justin unexpectedly walked in the room and held me tight.
"It's personal"
l started to wet his shirt with tears.
"You can tell me anything, baby"
He rubbed my back comfortingly.
"I can't tell you this"
I sobbed.
"Why are all the mirrors covered up?"
He looked around the room. I shook my head while crying harder.
"Christie, what's going on? I'm serious"
He cupped my face in his hands and looked at me with seriousness.
"...Lately, I've been feeling really bad...about myself. I-I don't know w-"
"No, not again, Christie. Don't do this. You're beautiful. You know that...right?"
His eyes went sad and worried. I hesitated then nodded. I can't say it's the truth.
"Fucking hell, Christie...please. I'll do anything. Just don't think like that"
He was almost begging me.
"...I'm sorry"
I cried in my hands. I should've never told him that. Justin sighed then kissed me, making him hover me.
"I love you"
He kissed me softly.
"I love you too"
I kissed back.
"I don't want you thinking like this. That's an order"
He spoke seriously.
"Ok"
I nodded as he started sucking on my neck. I'm not sure that I can just get rid of all the thoughts like that. Once it's in your head, it sticks there. It's really hard to stop your conscience from speaking. I was interrupted by Justin taking off my clothes along with his.
"You're beautiful"
He shoved his face in my cleavage and sucked, licked, kissed me. I moaned and admired the pleasure. I tried to pleasure him, but he stopped me.
"I'm here to make you feel good. You need to know how beautiful you are"
He spread my legs and rubbed me harshly, causing me to moan loud and reach for myself. My hands were only pushed away, so Justin could stuff 3 fingers inside me. I moaned loudly while he started beating my area pleasurably with his fingers. It felt so good that I screamed and released myself. I could hear the wetness of my area as he continued to finger me. Justin only went faster and caused my sensitive area to cum again. It felt so good yet so sensitive. Justin put on a condom then shoved himself inside me and started pounding on me. I moaned and whimpered from the pleasure and sensitivity.
"OOHH my...fuuuuck Juuusstiiiin!"
I moaned loudly. He banged me harder.
"Let it out, baby"
He hit my g-spot perfectly and forcefully, making me scream as I released.
"Mmm-you're so perfect"
He rubbed my swollen area and licked me up. Justin knew I was highly sensitive, so he just licked me clean from the outside. It still felt incredibly good. His tongue made me shiver from the wonderful things it could do to me. I let him rest his head on my chest as we both grew tired. I don't know what to do. I mean, I really feel disgusted with myself. It's just a habit. For me, it's a habit to want to be and feel perfect. It's always been, since I was 12 years old. That's when it all started. I swear if I fall back to where I was, there's definitely no way out, because every time I go through this, it gets worse. It gets stronger. If I fall back to where I was, I know I will harm myself again, and this time, it will not be with just a razor. If I fall back to where I was, my eating disorders will get stricter. It's just what depression does to me....or will do to me.

(A/N: Short chapter😁 But no worries bc there's more drama coming up😉)