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...


21. The Night

(Y/N's P.O.V.)

After the movies, I told Justin that I was almost positive that I could sleep and feel safe at my apartment. So Justin took me to my apartment, kissed me goodnight, and left. I could tell he was nervous and sad because he was jittery and sluggish. I walked into my bedroom and flopped on the bed.

I fell asleep right away, and the next thing I knew, I had a sharp pain on my face.

I opened my eyes and I couldn't feel my arms or legs. I looked down and saw that they were turning purple because my circulation was being cut off by ropes. I started screaming when I felt a whip on my back. Then a man walked out in front of me and said, "Well, well, well. Look who finally woke up."

I recognized the inflection in his voice. The way he talked, the way he walked. It all came back.

Everything came back. The nights of being hit because I didn't put my dishes in the sink. Being thrown into a wall or the bathroom because I was trying to protect my mom. Being yelled at then slapped because I was talking on the phone too late. All of the days I missed because of my scrapes, bruises, and scabs from that man. The man who killed my mother, the man who beat me for 10 years.

I screamed for help, but duct tape was across my face. I tried to get out but I was too weak, and he whipped me whenever I moved or made a sound.

"Now, (Y/N), just relax and before you know it you'll be back in your bed," his voice hissed.

I screamed as he cut my arms. I screamed even louder when he started cutting into my thighs. He slapped me across the face and yelled, "STOP SCREAMING! YOU SOUND WORSE THEN YOUR MOTHER! SHE WOULDN'T SCREAM THIS MUCH WHEN I HURT HER EVERY NIGHT!"

With one more whip across my face, everything was black, and I couldn't feel anything. All I heard was my father's voice saying, "Now that's better."

And everything after that, is only in his memory.


*The Next Morning*


I woke up to a massive knocking at my door. I tried to stand up, but my head and legs hurt too much. I slowly and carefully walked to the door and opened it.

"Where have you been! I have been trying to call-" it was Justin. And he stopped yelling at me after he saw my face.

I have no memory of what happened the night, never the less, the day before. I had no idea why he started crying. Before I knew it, I was in his embrace. I wasn't being squeezed too much because I'm sure it would hurt. Everything hurt, and I didn't know why. I pushed him away and dragged myself to the bathroom where my mirror was. Justin followed me. When I saw how I looked, I knew who did it. I could tell the way of the scrapes.

I took my shirt off (I have on a sports bra), and looked at my back. Just what I expected. Dried blood from being whipped. It wasn't the first time. I put my shirt back on and told Justin to call the cops, but he was already talking to them and telling them what I looked like and who did it.

I walked to the living room and heard Justin talking, "Okay, thank you. Yes, Davis (Your Last Name). I know he just got out of prison, but he's back at it. Yes I can bring her down to the station to compare the marks. Okay, We'll be down soon. Okay, thank you. Bye"


*The Police Station*


We walked into the station. Justin walked up to the counter and asked for some woman named Jessica Bradley. The woman at the front desk told us where to go and we went.

When we got to Jessica's office, she told me to show her the marks. I showed her my back; she compared them to the past photos and put a "check" mark next to a box that said, "identical." I showed her my wrists; she checked the "identical" box. I showed her my face scrape; she did the same thing after every mark, scrape, scar, and blood I showed her.

"You are very lucky. I'm so sorry this happened. We'll take care of it. We have the FBI looking for him now."

"Looking! What do you mean by looking?" I started getting nervous.

"Calm down. Surveillance cameras caught him in his car leaving town. They will find him and he will be put to death row."

I took a deep breath, "Thank you."

Jessica nodded. Justin and I left. Then came Justin blaming everything on himself...

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