Justin's Girl *Finished*

Toby, is my name. I am 17. I am a normal girl, that liked to skateboard, go to the beach, shop, ect. But my mom got in contact with her friend from high school, and I got back to talking to her son..//// I was in love. In love with my mom's close friend's son.... Justin.... We hang out, go places, talk on the phone and all the other things. But my dad was to protective. What happens when I make a move? What happens when he does? Does he like me? Does he run? Did my dad, fight him? Did I run? Do I tell my parents? Do I lose everything? ....


20. Dickhead (Toby's POV)

   I stared at Justin as Usher told him, it's me or the future. "Go, it's fine," I sniffeld,"Don't stop your dreams over me."

  "But your my world now-"

  "Justin, i'll be fine, go do what you gotta do and I'll call you tommorow," I said not even waiting for him to reply I got out of the car and I walked off, as it drove away. I thought of the phone call; my father. He told me he seen me on the show,'The Talk' a couple hours ago and thought i'd be home by now but I wasn't. I started to cry because he said I wasn't aloud to see Justin again. Should I listen? I don't know anymore, this is just one of the other relationships that got ruined by my father. I watched as people walked past me then I wiped my eyes as more tears fell. I took a deep breath and called over a taxi and had them drive me home.

  When he pulled up to my house, I gave him the few dollars I had on me and I got out, walking up to the door wondering the worst. I turned the knob and opened it, walking in. I seen the kitchen and the livingroom lights were on, so ethier my dad is in the livingroom or the kitchen. Or it could have been my mom, she should be back by now. "I'm home," I said out loud with a sigh. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip as I heard someone's foot steps get up and walk to me. But when I opened my eyes, I seen a tall brown head boy standing in front of me.

  "Hello," he said with a smile. I smiled, he looked cute, he had pretty eyes (green), nice brown hair that flew to one side of his face.

  "Hello?" I said looking past him to see no one. "Do you know where my father is?," I said questioning the boy that looked a year or two older than me.

  "Yea he's up stairs at the moment. Oh, Toby-," I cut him off.

  "How do you know my name!," I said backing away from the boy.

  "You don't reconize me?"

  "Nope," I said with a little laugh.

  "I'm your cousin, Alex," he said with a smile. My cousin! Ew, I just said my cousin was cute, and adorable. What's wrong with me, I sighed.

  "Well nice chattin with ya, I'll be on my way," I said ignoring him and walking up stairs getting ready to enter my room when I seen my father and looked like my aunt, Sherry going threw my stuff. "What the fuck are you going!," I yelled going to them both and pushing them away from my desk they were looking at. I looked down to see what they were looking at, and I found a whole stack of photo's of me and Justin when we were younger all cut up. I turned to them in disgust. "Get out, I hate you. You both!," I said as tears fell from my eyes and I pushed them out and shut my door, locking it. I cried out loud, knowing I couldn't remake the memories that happened. Those were the only thing I had that I could try to remember what happened in my younger ages. I feel so uncomplete right now. I stared at the cut up photo's, I never knew I had. I cried as I looked threw them, I seen one of me and him kissing when we were about 12 or 13. My mom told me I last seen him when I was about 7 or 8. She's a liar? What's wrong with my family... I only have one person that doesn't lie, doesn't hate me and cares for me which is Justin. I grabed my phone from my pocket and dialed Justin's number. He answered.

  "Hello, babe is everything alright?," his perfect voice called in the phone. I didn't say anything, it just made me cry more. I quickly put it away from my ear and ended the call. I couldn't disobey my father, because he'll make my whole family against me, and I can't just leave Justin. After that Justin called none stop, and I didn't answer. I layed back on my bed and stared at the blank walls. This was the time to, sneak a relationship, I don't care what my father says, I thought to myself. Sometimes I just want to run, run and never come back to my over protective father. I might as well nick-name myself,"40 year old virgin". I more than likely won't end up marring because that dickhead, aka my father.

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