Take Me 2

Chapter [7]

The songs for this chapter are:

-Down: The Kooks

-Are We Electric: The Kooks

-Addicted to Love: Skylar Grey

Justin's POV

"Justin," Mandy rolls my name around with disgust and I try my hardest not to clench my fists. We have become enemies trying to protect the same angel. How is that possible? Why can't we be on the same side when we are fighting for the same person?

I guess because we both want the same person. But one day Selena was bound to leave her parents and find someone else anyway, I guess no one ever imagined it would all turn out this way.

"You have no right offering me a deal to compromise with you. You have taken my daughter away from me, and you should be happy I haven't pressed charges. Yet." Selena's mother spits out with hate. Her eyes scan all over my wrecked face before her softening a little, "I'm sorry about your brother, I know how much he meant to Selena."

How much he meant to Selena? Oh, fucking hell! He was my little brother, my blood ran through his veins and here she is telling me how sorry she is for Selena's sake. No fucking way. Go to hell.

I want to turn around and show Mandy how much off an asshole I really can be, I want her to wallow in even more pain, but I don't. I hold my respect for the women who hates my guts, for Selena's sake and for my unborn child's sake.

This is for Selena. It all is and I can't continue to let her down because one day I will be the story of the man who wasn't grown enough to carry out was expected of him, to her loving husband. I will not be the first lover to the last, I am it for my angel because she is it for me.

I roll my eyes, "Thank you," the words feel terrible, thanking the woman who has done nothing but bring my relationship with her daughter down, none the less I keep the peace level for now, "May I come in?"

"Do not invite yourself into my home," Her voice is still so cold, her eyes sending bullets straight into my already wounded heart, yet as I stay silent, Mandy pushes open the door and I step inside.

"Is Selena's father here?" I ask following Mandy into the kitchen.

She shakes her head, "No."

Oh. Their divorce seems like such bland news simmering on the surface now even though I can see the pain behind every ones eyes. It all doesn't seem worth it anymore. You either stay married or you don't, but I guess it will mean more to me one day if my parents split up.

One day.

I watch as the women walks around the pathetically small kitchen, opening cabinets and sneaking concerned glances at me out of the corner of her eye. I pretend not to notice each glance I receive, for her sake. She may act all strong with hate, but I can see through it all. I can see through the mold of hormones Mandy has built up to mask all the fear. Selena's mother is a lamb disguised as a lion who could break any passing second.

It amazes me how such a weak women gave life to such a powerful girl shielding her with nothing more than her own fears.

Well, Selena is not her mother, nor will she ever be. She is powerful, she is strong, she regrets but not the kind of regret that can consume you from living further, she sins but only because of me, her heart is made out of fire and even though she is the gift from God, Selena will also have the works of a devil in her as well.

That is my fault. A pure soul has been turned black. The color of hate, death and just plain misery, but that light is still stronger than the dark, plucking us both out of our own tragedies.