*Sasha Pov*
Stay calm and don't freak out.
These words repeat in my head as I head closer to the house.
As lovely as the house looked it gave off a creepy feeling.
Before I realize my knuckles make contact with the door.
Crap. Crap! Crap!! CRAP!!!
I stand still not sure what to do.
Suddenly random angry yelling from inside startles me and the door swings open revealing a very pissed Jaden, "Fucking knock some sense into the dumbass."
"I'm not the fucking dumbass! I fucking told you it was consensual! Stop blaming shit on me!" Justin's yelling back angrily.
Jaden glares in the direction or the room Justin must be in, "I said I wasn't fucking blaming you stop assuming shit and fucking listen to people!"
Justin's rebuttal gets louder meaning he's probably heading over, "I don't need to listen to your bullshit! You're the one who was telling me I should have been left-"
His words stop as he stares at me standing there.
That's all he does, stare.
Jaden groans rolling his eyes, "Fucking talk, I'll be back in two hours."
I watch Jaden grabs his keys and heads out the door pushing me in and leaves.
Knowing Justin is still staring at me I let my eyes wonder the paintings on the wall.
"Why are you here?" He asks his eyes still watching me.
I bring myself to look at him, "I was told to come."
Justin runs his hand through his hair, "By who? My god if it was Jaden I'ma fucking murder-"
"No, it wasn't him. It was Selena." I look for his reaction.
He looks at me like I said I was abducted by aliens, "Why would she do that?"
"I don't know." I shuffle on my feet slight uncomfortable, "She said she wants the best for you."
Sudden rage runs in his eyes and his fist makes contact with the wall through it, "Fuck!"
I flinch at the spark of rage and my mind trace back to when we went to the hotel in Clearwater.
Again he forces his fist through the wall, over and over again all while cursing himself.
"J-Justin?" I take a small step forward reaching out my hand.
Immediately his knuckle swollen hand grips my wrist and pins me against the wall.
His eyes full of pinted rage glare into mine.
My mind replays the Clearwater event where he hit me for the first time.
My heartbeat picks up and fear runs through me.
Justin lets go and taking deep breaths before stepping to the other wall with his fist holes sliding down it putting his head in his hands, "Sorry."
I sigh of relief dropping to the floor since my knees gave out.
My eyes glance at him and I mumble, "It's okay."
"No it's not! I could have really fucking hurt you and you're fucking saying it's okay?!" He glares at me before sighing, "I'm the worst."
"That's true." I whisper to myself.
"Gee, thanks." Justin rolls his eyes.
I smile smally crawling over to his side, "But you didn't, you controlled yourself."
"Only because I remembered there is a seven year old waiting for you." He looks sully at me.
I place my hand in his, "You still probably wouldn't have done it though."
"And why do you think that?"
"Because you're not the same from before." I admit.
Justin smiles lightly and kisses my hand, "You always know how to make me smile."
I frown slightly staring down at our hands, "How come we're so damn complicated?"
Justin raises an eyebrow at me and I continue, "We're so easy to break it off and get back together. Usually people are so hard to get back together. We are just like middle schoolers preteen dating."
"No, we just don't know what exactly to expect when either of us are together." Justin's arm wraps around my waist pulling me closer to him.
I sigh getting comfortable in his hold.
We don't know what to expect and we're middle schoolers.
As long as I can be held by him, I'm fine.
