Chapter 5

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I sat on her bed with her when she's wiping her tears away. I asked her multiple times what was wrong but still no response. She looked at me told me too get out of her room. I was upset and confused. It was not like I did anything to her. Maybe it was because I brought him in way to quick. It was only fair if I broke up with him for my sister and for me.

I called him up and told him that we where over. You could hear the disappointment in his voice. I felt extremely bad but it was for the best. He hung up on me and I started to cry. I hated hurting people no matter if I just met them or not. I went into my sisters room and she's still just sitting on her bed crying. I sat beside her and told her that if it had anything to do with the boy that I dumped him. She wiped her tears away and replied rudely "good, now go away." I looked at her and told her that she was being rude. I stood up and left her room.

Justice POV
Why was she being so rude like honestly! can't I be in love with someone for at least an hour without someone being bitchy. guess not. I'm so done with making everyone else happy other than myself. I'm calling him back. I want a second chance.

I called him back and he answered. I told him that I was going to meet him for dinner and be there by 6:00. he replied slowly. "okay." We met for six at a fancy restaurant and I was so happy. He made my heart skip all the time. He made me laugh millions of times. We where done our dinner. And he offered to drive me home. We came close to my house and stopped and I was confused because I didn't know why we stopped. He looked at me and kissed me. I felt special. And than we started to make out. He looked at me and smiled and said "you shouldn't have trusted me" He started to drive 2 times faster than what he already was and past my house. I screamed and yelled "that's my house! slow down!" he shook his head and kept driving. I screamed as tears were rolling down my face. I finally realized I was getting kidnapped.

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