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

Chapter 18

Chapter song: Don't Judge Me by Chris Brown
(Christie's pov)
"Stop it! I'm leaving you, son of a bitch!!"
I kneed Justin in the crotch.
"Fucking shit!!"
Justin let me go and held himself. I ran to get Drew, but Justin pulled me back and slammed me on the floor.
"Stop!! Let me g-mmm!!"
I screamed, but he clamped his hand over my mouth. I squirmed and cried helplessly.
"I won't let you leave me"
He spat through clenched teeth. This time, I couldn't hit him or knee him, so I bit his hand.
"Fuck!"
He took his hand away, then I felt a sharp pain in my eye. Justin hit me again. I yelped and quickly pulled away from him. I didn't touch him anymore. I didn't talk to him anymore. I just held my eye as I grabbed Drew.
"Christie, don't go"
He reached for me, but I jerked away.
"No! Get away from me!! I'm leaving wether you like it or not!"
I barged out the door and quickly rushed to Ryan's apartment, because it was closest.
"Christie, what's wrong?"
Ryan looked surprised to see me.
"I can't do this"
I cried and entered the apartment.
"Christie, omigod, are you ok?!"
Stacy rushed to me, studying my appearance. I shook my head and handed Drew to her.
"What happened?"
Ryan repeated himself.
"I don't wanna talk about it"
I sobbed and Stacy hugged me after giving Ryan the baby.
"Let me help you"
Stacy walked to the kitchen and returned with a small bag.
"Sit down. Relax yourself"
She let me sit on the couch while she dabbed my eye. I winced, and she apologized before finishing up.
"You want to borrow one of my shirts. I think you got blood on your sleeves"
Stacy pointed out. I nodded once I remembered that my wrists were still stinging. Oh shit.
"Here. The bathroom's over there"
She pointed to the left of the room, and I entered the bathroom. Once I took off my sweater, I discovered that my cuts had been opened, and blood oozed out of them. I sighed and re-bandaged them up. I could still feel the pain in my arms and eye. I put on the black sweatshirt that Stacy gave me. When I looked in the mirror, I gasped at my eye. Justin gave me a black eye. I dried my eyes before walking back out.
"Do you want the bed?"
Stacy offered.
"I'll take the couch"
I insisted. I'm already in the way.
"Are you sure?"
Stacy seemed worried.
"Yea, it's fine"
I nodded and took a pill that Stacy handed to me.
"You ok?"
Ryan handed me Drew. I nodded lightly and took Drew in my arms.
"I hope you feel better, Chris"
Ryan smiled weakly at me before turning out the lights.
"Call me if you need to"
Ryan added.
"Ok"
I nodded again. I laid Drew beside me as I pulled the blanket over us. I held him close and shut my eyes. Justin really hurt me tonight....but maybe he's right. I am fucked up. I'll never be good enough for anything. Suicide actually sounds like a good idea right now. What's the point of living if everyone you love hates you. It's pointless.
(Justin's pov)
-10am-
I got no sleep last night. I couldn't resist, so I smoked some weed. The only sleep I got was when it knocked me out. I woke up at 6am and still haven't shut my eyes. I keep replaying last night's scene in my head, regretting every move I made, every word I said. Christie will never forgive me for what I've done. I don't know what got into me last night. Maybe I was still a little agitated by the drugs. Maybe I was too stressed out between all the problems I have to handle. Maybe I was pissed off that Christie actually believes I cheated on her. Maybe it was just me. Maybe it was just her. Maybe it was just everything. We're both stressed and taking it out on each other. We both know that we have problems. But what I know is that I never and never will cheat on Christie. I regret last night. I hurt her inside and out. I hit her, and that's my fault. I said things that probably broke her heart. I said things that probably made her hate herself even more, and I regret it. I'm supposed to make her feel beautiful, but instead, I made her feel the exact opposite of that. But I have to talk to her. I got up and knocked on Khalil's door.
"Wassup, Bieber?"
Khalil opened the door.
"Is...is Christie in there?"
It wasn't the best feeling in the world asking my friends if they've seen my wife and child.
"No, what happened?"
He opened the door a bit more.
"Nothing, just a small argument"
I mumbled out a lie before walking to Za's door.
"Doesn't seem like it if she left"
Khalil had a sympathetic smile. I didn't say anything and knocked on the door.
"Oh, hey, Justin"
Za answered. He seemed anxious about answering the door. It's probably because of The Mafias.
"Is Christie there?"
I mumbled the question.
"No, why?"
He furrowed his eye brows.
"Just an argument"
I used the same excuse then went to Ryan's door.
"Oh, well, I hope you guys make up"
He lowered his voice.
"We will"
I nodded as he shut the door. I knocked on Ryan's door, and he answered.
"Hey, bro"
Ryan looked like he knew what I wanted.
"Christie in there?"
I knew the answer.
"Yea"
He nodded uneasily.
"I need to talk to her"
It was more like an order than a want. Ryan looked behind him.
"She doesn't want to you, bro"
He sounded like it wasn't his fault.
"I don't care. It's just for a moment"
I gave him a look that told him that I wasn't leaving until I speak to Christie. Ryan was about to speak when Stacy moved in front of him.
"Christie doesn't want you around her right now. Just leave her alone, will you?"
Stacy spoke sassily.
"No, I won't. She's my wife, and you can't keep me from talking to her"
I argued stubbornly.
"Don't you have any respect for her?"
Stacy argued back.
"I have more than you think, and I'm not leaving until I see her"
I spoke with sharpness.
"Well, you're gonna be here for a whi-"
She stopped talking and looked behind her.
"Fine"
Stacy glared then moved out of the way. Christie stepped outside, hugging herself to keep warm.
"What do you want?"
She muttered, barely audible. I noticed a black eye on her right eye and cursed myself with words that could get me in trouble.
"Holy shit, Chris-"
"Don't touch me"
She stepped back when I tried to comfort her.
"I'm sorry, Christie. I-I don't know what happened last night. I was so pissed off about everything going on. Baby, I didn't mean anything I said to you. I feel like a fucking dick for hurting you"
I poured out the truth to her.
"Wh-why would you say that to me, Justin?"
Christie was started to tear up, and her voice cracked.
"I don't know. I was so mad at you for believing that I'd actually cheat on you"
I confessed.
"I want time away from you right now, Justin"
She spoke hurtfully.
"No, Christie, no. You don't want that. You're not safe. I promise I won't hurt you again"
My heart was beating with pain.
"Justin...no, give me some time alone. I don't wanna be near you. That really hurt me, and...I'm sorry"
She began to cry and entered Ryan's apartment again.
"No, Christie-wait"
But it was too late. I sighed and pulled my hair in aggravation. Why did I have to screw up?! Why couldn't I keep my hands to myself?! Why couldn't I keep my mouth shut?! Ugh!! I fished out a bag of weed in my pocket and a lighter. I wonder how much more longer the drugs will last me. I drove somewhere more private and lonely, so I could do the drugs. I don't wanna do this. I don't wanna be this way. I wish I could stop, but it feels so soothing. Lately, I haven't been able to feel this way. How can I find serenity when Christie's depressed again? Or when The Mafias are trying to kill us? I don't know. The drugs took control of me and sent me unconscious.

(A/N: GUYS JUSTINS TURNING 21 NOOO😫😭😭)