More Than Friends

This story is in your point of view. (Justin Bieber isn't famous). Justin has been your best friend since you were 4 years old. You would always hang out with him, Ryan, and Chaz. When you and Justin were younger, you made an oath that stated: "Best friends forever, no love." (You were about 6 when you made it)Justin has fallen in love with you; you have fallen in love with Justin. But you both remember the oath. You talked about it about every month, but this year it's different...

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14. Save Me

(Y/N P.O.V.)

I was running, running from something. I was in an ally. But then it came to a dead end. I couldn't see, there was too much smoke. What was I running from? Or who? I couldn't tell. All I knew was that I was terrified. I was nervous. I looked around and no way out. But I saw it. I saw the thing I was running from. Or who I was running from. He walked right up to me. With those grey-blue-dead eyes. That limp. That tattoo of my mom holding me as a baby. That scar right on his neck. My mom gave him that scar when he threw me into the bath tub when I was 15.

The man was my dad. My worst nightmare. He told me before he got into police cruser, "I'll find you, (Y/N), and I will do something to you that you will never forget."

I couldn't believe that he was there, right in front of me. He was there 2 feet away from me with a knife and a gun. I tried calling for help but no one could hear me. He walked up to me, put the gun in his pocket, grabbed my arm, and started cutting. I screamed in pain. No one could help me, no one could hear my pain, my anger, my fear. Then he picked me up by my waist and threw me. Threw me into the brick wall.

As soon as I hit the wall, I screamed.

 

I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming, and breathing heavy. Justin was next to me trying to calm me down but I couldn't tell it was him.

"GET OFF OF ME! JUST STAY AWAY!" my throat was dry, my voice was shakey but loud.

"(Y/N), calm down! Everything is gonna be alright. Please, stop and tell me what happened," it was Justin's soft and gentle voice, but I was still terrified.

"I DON'T KNOW YOU! GET AWAY FROM ME! WHERE AM I? I HAVE TO GET OUT!"

"(Y/N), it's me Justin. You are safe, you're in my apartment. You'll be fine. Please, trust me."

I was still panting. I was now sitting on the floor leaning on the wall. I was with Justin. He told me I'd be safe. I couldn't believe anyone.

"How do I know you aren't lying?" I asked becoming calm again.

"Because I would never hurt you," he had walked over to the light-switch and turned on the light, "Don't you see it's me?" he asked worried.

I was crying. He was standing there without a shirt and wearing plaid pajama bottoms. I was so weak I couldn't get up. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I just kept repeating those words.

I was hugging my knees and crying into them. Justin walked over to me, sat next to me, pulled me close, and just told me, "It's not your fault."

I looked up, he wiped away my tears with his thumb. "I'm just so afraid that he will get me."

Justin pulled me back into his embrace and said, "I won't let him get you. I won't let anyone hurt you...ever."

I kept remembering those 3 years I got bullied for being friends with him. He never stood up for me, not once. But that was only 10 kids. This was one man who beat me for 10 years. One man who hurt me so badly that I couldn't go to school sometimes. One man who killed my mom. One man who made me not trust anyone except myself. One man who changed my life forever.

I just layed there in Justin's arms, knowing that I was safe.

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