(1) Why Do You Do This? - Completed {In editing}

Jessica has never been good with making friends with girls, let alone making friend at all. But what happens, when the person she least likely expects to care for her, does?

Copyright © 2013 by Love_Kidrauhl
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59. the beginning of the end

Jessica’s POV


I was standing behind the stand, staring at Justin. He was still wearing his jumpsuit, and was handcuffed. I felt like crying.

I was completely unaware of what was happening until I saw tears run down Justin’s face. What! What’s happening? I looked over at the judge, who was shuffling papers, then back at Justin who was being pushed towards he back door.

I looked over at Pattie, who was bawling into Christian’s chest. Yeah, he came today, for Pattie’s sake. I don’t know how he wasn’t recongised by the police, as he is a criminal as well. I was looking around at everyone, who was heading out the doors, seemingly in slow-motion.

I tapped Pattie on the shoulder and she looked up, wiping he tears off her cheeks.

‘Did I miss something?’ I asked in a questioning whisper.

‘Oh sweetie, J-Justin i-is g-guilty…’ she choked out, before turning back to Christian and crying into his chest again. That’s when reality hit me, my boyfriend is in jail, for who knows how long. Tears poured down my face as I hugged myself tightly, wanting nothing but for Justin to hold me.

‘Come on sweetie.’ I hear Pattie whisper, as her and Christian pace towards the court’s doors. I nodded and followed them out, into Pattie’s car. The whole way back to their house, we didn’t say a word.

All that was heard was small sobs from Pattie and I. when we pulled up to Justin’s house, we all got out and trudged to the front door. When it was opened, I ran upstairs to Justin’s room. I slammed his door shut and ran to his bed, burring my head in his pillow.

Everything still smelt like him, which made me miss him more. I got up and slowly walked to Justin’s wardrobe, pulling out one of his shirts. I pulled off the one I was wearing and slipped his shirt on. I hugged myself tight again and started crying, making my way back to Justin’s bed.

I lay down, and pulled the covers over my shivering body. I sniffed and cried myself to sleep, because that is the only thing I could really do.


Justin’s POV


I sat back down on the cold concrete floor of my cell, running my hands through my hair repeatedly. Jessica was all I could think about. Her beautiful long chocolate brown hair, her piercing bright green eyes, her creamy skin, her angelic voice and her loving kisses. I sighed, feeling more tears trickle down my cheeks.

‘Well I hope you enjoy these three years in jail kid.’ An officer said, causing me to look up. I just rolled my eyes and ignored him, I didn’t want to be in more trouble then I was already. Why did I do this?

Act like a douche, fall in love with the girl I tortured, get into drugs and then use guns. What the hell is wrong with me? I wont see my love for three years. What if she moves on? What if she won’t love me anymore?







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