I Am His Next Victim

I Am His Next Victim

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It was only a matter of time before I was next. I mean first it was one of his dancers. Then it was his hair stylist. The of course all their was left was me. His best friend that he just left be hide. Forgot of. Ya he was good looking and a big star but I don't know if I could fall for his stupid little lies again. But then again what if its really this time. What if my old time best friend was really falling for me. What if Justin wants me. But I mean he's a huge star he could have anyone he wants, he's Justin Bieber for gods sakes. Any one would bow down at his feet to be where I am right now. Maxie, but most people call her Mac. Has been hurt a lot but mostly by her best friend, well Ex best friend, who left at 13 and hasn't come to see her in 5 years. Can she forgive him. What if Justin tells her that he's falling for her HARD. Things are about to go down...
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Okay, So you might be wondering and a bit confused on who I am; Well, let me answer that. My name is Selena and the whole idea of my life right now is to get over a really bad break up with my ex that i'm still madly in love with; Justin Bieber. I know, it's a little bit of a long shot, but I have to do it. I have to do it for my own sanity. I am 20 years old and he is only 18. You might be thinking, “what the fuck were you thinking?” But I couldn't help it. We didn't do anything until he was eighteen so it was perfectly legal. We were together for a total of a year and nine months. Almost two years. But things were too crazy for the two of us and I couldn't take it. Along with several reasons: He was too vain. He was always playing with my heart. He was way too insecure and too scared of losing me. He was almost never with me and he was always with other people. He made me sad at times because he was never around but then when he was, I was always happy. Whenever he was with his non-famous friends, he always treated me like shit. And the worst part about it all; he still has my heart. I've had a lot of time to think of this and I've decided that sharing only the things I hate about him wasn't fair. The seven things I love about him is his body. I loved his personality. I loved his car. I loved the way he kissed me. I loved how one minute I could be almost in tears and the next, I could be laughing because he would make me laugh. I loved just being with him because he always made me feel okay. Like everything was going to be okay. I loved and still love the way that he loved me and the way that I still love him. As much as I hate to admit it, He will always have a piece of my heart that I will never get back; I will always love him. There was no denying it. But if I could get it to the point where it didn't feel like there was a huge fucking hole in my abdomen and heart, I would be able to live again. This is my story. Are you in to listen?

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