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

Chapter 10

Chapter song: As Long As You Love Me by Justin Bieber (sorry I had to use this song again. It's amazing)
(Christie's pov)
Damn, poor Justin. I comforted him when we got back to our apartment. Though, he did scare me when he said that his brother was out to kill us.
"You're gonna be ok, Christie. Nobody will get hurt"
Justin leaned shirtless on the counter. He looked distressed.
"Are you ok?"
I caressed the back of his neck. I knew it calmed him.
"Yea"
He muttered and closed his eyes as I continued.
"We should get some rest"
I suggested.
"Yea..."
He stopped leaning and gave me a concerned look.
"...You still need to eat"
He studied me. I grew nervous and bit my lip out of my control.
"...Justi-"
"Dammit, Christie, I will not let you go through this again. Whatever's causing you to think like this needs to stop. You will not do this to me again"
Justin gripped my shoulders securely.
"I-I...I know what I'm doing"
I gained the confidence to argue back.
"Christie, no, you don-"
"Don't tell me what I can or can't do, Justin. I can make my own choi-mm"
I was cut off by him kissing me. He started to take off my clothes. I went along with it.
"I can show you what I can make you do"
He smirked and shoved his fingers into my entrance. I moaned and fell on the bed, being hovered by Justin. His fingers started pumping furiously inside me.
"I can make you cum, baby. You can do that, right?"
He twisted his fingers inside of me.
"Oooohhh yess, Justiiiin"
I moaned loudly and released on him.
"Mmm, don't stop, baby. Let it all out"
He curled his fingers and hit me harder.
"Shit! Justin! Ahhhh!"
I released again, wetting the bed and wetting Justin.
"Ohh, that's nice, babygirl. I have to fuck you"
He took off his boxers and put on a condom.
"Damn, you feel so good, babe"
He shoved himself inside me.
"Mmm-so do you, Justin"
I squirmed in pleasure before he pinned me down and humped me. I moaned loudly and felt the pleasure increasing.
"Harder, Justin!"
I wanted more pleasure. He went faster and kissed my neck, biting it fiercely.
"Ohhhh I'm gonna...I'm gonna cuuuuughhhmmm!!!"
I moaned loudly and threw my head back in pleasure. We were both breathing deeply now.
"Oh shit"
Justin breathed out beside me. I got up to feed Drew real quick, then put him to bed. Justin pulled me next to him and kissed me.
"Don't do this to me"
He whispered. I didn't say anything. I just pulled him closer. If I said I wouldn't, I'd be lying. However, if I said I would, he'd get upset. So I didn't say anything.
-9am-
I wasn't in a very good mood when I woke up. Every heartbeat was filled with the pain of not being good enough. I feel like a mess. I doubt Justin's love for me, and I don't feel special anymore. How do I make myself better? If Justin can look at any girl the same way he looks at me, then what's the point of his love? I can give you a ton of reasons why his ex would be a better wife than I could. She has a better body, better smile. Justin doesn't know who she really is. He doesn't know what she put me through. I wiped a tear from my eye then got up to feed Drew. I smiled as he touched my cheek and smiled back. He looks a lot like Justin. His nose and lips are exactly like Justin's. His hair is blondish gold. It could never be dark brown, like mine, because my hair is naturally blonde. I decided to just keep my hair dyed dark brown. I set Drew next to Justin then went to take a shower. I hate my body. I wanna fucking die. I wrapped a towel back around myself and leaned against the wall. I softly cried on the floor. I know this is only the beginning. I don't know what got me here, but I hate every part of myself.
"Christie? Christie, why are you crying, baby?"
Justin opened the door. He sounded like he just woke up.
"...It's nothing"
I quickly got myself back together and stood.
"Christie, hey, I'm serious. Why are you crying?"
He pulled me in and moved my wet hair away from my face.
"I just...i-it's personal"
I held my towel in place and walked out. I could've sworn I heard him sigh on my way out. I got dressed and held Drew. When Justin finished in the bathroom, he sat beside me.
"....You're beautiful, Christie..."
He sighed and looked me in the eye.
"...I-I..You mean everything to me and....ugh, can you just eat something?"
He ran a hand through his hair.
"...Fine"
I set Drew in his crib. Justin and I stood in the kitchen. I took a banana and started to eat it. Justin was quiet and ate a bowl of cereal. After I ate it, I felt like I gained 10 pounds. I stood still then rushed to the bathroom. I was on the verge of tears and threw myself up. Someone walked in as I finished.
"No no no, Christie. Don't do that"
Justin held me tight as I cried.
"I'm sorry, Justin"
I sobbed.
"You have to stop this, baby"
He hugged me comfortingly.
"...I can't"
I broke the hug.
"Why?"
He wiped my tears away.
"I don't feel good inside. It's hard to explain"
I cried in my hands.
"Can you try?"
He led me out of the bathroom. I shook my head. Justin already has so much to handle. He doesn't need to know that he's the reason I feel so much hate on myself.
"...Christie, you know I-"
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. We both paused to hear a beeping noise.
"What the hell?"
Justin followed the noise as it beeped faster.
"Fucking shit!"
He grabbed something and threw it out the door just in time before I heard a loud bang and fire. Justin opened the door and frustratedly ran a hand through his hair.
"Fuck"
He furrowed his eyebrows and muttered.
"What the hell just happened?!"
Ryan shouted from the second floor. Justin handed me Drew and kept me outside then started searching the apartment.
"Dude, what's happening?"
Za entered the apartment.
"There was a fucking bomb in our apartment"
Justin was too busy looking under the couch, in the cabinets, under pillows.
"What the hell does your brother want?"
Za sighed.
"Something I can't give him"
Justin finally stopped looking and sat down with his head in his hands. Everyone was in the apartment. The girls were making sure that Drew and me were ok. The guys were trying to think of a solution.
"Are you sure you're ok, Christie?"
Stacy questioned.
"Yea, I'm sure"
I nodded and bit my quivering lip. Am I freaking out? Totally. Am I scared? Yes, but not for myself. I'm scared for Drew. I know Justin is too. I stayed outside, trying to convince myself that this wasn't meant to kill us. But it was. Justin even said it last night.

(A/N: late post but I still posted as I said😘)
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