Forget Forever

It was all perfect. I still remember staring out into the audience. Having those arms squeeze me. The huge jewel that shone on my finger, just like I used to.
People say to take a moment, breath it in. Remember it all. Because it's so good that you want to keep it, cherish it. Maybe if I had done that. Just maybe. Things would be different. Because now all I see. All I know is only one.
Jason McCann.
And I'm learning to

Forget Forever


7. I Thought I did too

My hands flew to my mouth as I whipped around. Jason was laying on the floor holding his shoulder as blood gushed out of it. 

" JUSTIN!" I screamed. 

I watched as he slipped his gun in his back pocket and licked his lips. 

" Ah we should probably go." He mumbled. 

I was still speechless he just shot somebody! Ya ya this guy kidnapped me but Justin?! Since when does he do this?! 

" Are you serious? You gonna leave him? What-" I was cut off when Justin threw me over his shoulder. 

" Justin what the fuck? Put me down!!" I yelled. 

He carried me out the door and to his car. He put me in my seat, got in and drove off. I sat there shocked, mouth open, arms crossed. 

Justin drove with one hand on the wheel, he looked totally unfazed by it all. I don't remember him being this strange? I was confused as fuck and I knew he had a lot of explaining to do. 

When we finally arrived back in LA, somebody was waiting at the airport to pick us up. The ride home was silent, I said nothing, Justin would look at me, try saying something but I ignored him. We got to Justin's mansion and I immediately ran inside. I went to the bathroom and started puking. Justin came rushing into the bathroom. His face looked emotionless, maybe a hint of sadness. If I was gonna be honest he seemed almost high? 

" Babe are you okay?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. 

" Do I look okay?!" I spat. 

He looked at me and his eyes were pretty red. I pushed him slightly in the chest indicating I wanted him to leave. 

He walked out and I stood up at the sink washing my face. I looked absolutely horrid. What was wrong with me? Oh shit that's right! I've been locked in with some creep for who knows how long?! Can't believe Justin even asked me that. I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and walked out of the bathroom. 

Justin sat up in bed and looked up at me, his toned chest showing. I grabbed a pillow and laid down on the floor with it. I couldn't sleep in there, it brought back memories. Of me and Justin. Of being tied to the bed, while Jason raped, abused me. The floor was hard, cold, but so much better. I heard covers being pulled back and footsteps. I opened my eyes and Justin stood right next to me in his sweats. 

" What are you doing?" He yawned. 

" Sleeping." I mumbled, then flopped onto my side. 

He knelt down beside me. 

" Come to bed." His raspy voice filled my ear. 

"No." I spoke. 

He groaned and ran his hands through his hair. 

" Please, I miss you." He said. 

" Ya I thought I did to." I whispered. 

* A/N*  Is this even good? Comments would mean a lot! Thanks. 

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