My Best Nightmare

I thought he was this great amazing guy, at first. He was supposed to be this sweet, loving and caring guy, but he was far from that. I thought he loved me. Then "He" came into my life. He made things better. I was happier.

Who's love story is this anyway? Who will Julie end up with? Will she go back to Justin or stay with her new "Love"?


14. Our First Fight

“Where did you go last night?” Jc said.

“What?” I said sleepily.

“Where did you go last night?” He repeated.

“I needed some fresh air.”

“So you were gone for three hours, to get fresh air?”

“Three hours? I wasn’t gone that long.”

“Yes you were. You left around two am, you came back  around five.”

“I had a lot to think about.”

“Why are you lying to me? You-“ He looked me in the eyes. “No. Julie. How could you? You said you wouldn’t go.”

“I had to. I had to settle a few things.”


“I told him to never bother you again or I’d kill him.”

“You threatened him. Are you insane?”


“Are you sure? Because you went to Justin Bieber’s house, and threatened him. Are you trying to get killed? He could have killed you.”

“Well, he didn’t. And he wasn’t going to.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because, I had a gun. I made the decisions. And when I left I made him throw his gun and lock his door. That’s it.”

“That doesn’t take three hours. What else happened?”

“That’s it.”

“That’s not it.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” I started to cry.

“Why are you crying? What happened?” He said in a softer tone, pulling me into a hug.

“He said they were watching you.”


“I don’t know some guy named Sawyer. He said if I didn’t they would kill you while you were sleep.”

“Do what?” I cried even more.

“No… I’m so sorry. I’m sorry this keeps happening to you. Go back to bed. Don’t worry about anything. Just relax for the day.”

“No, I want to go take a shower.” I grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom. I turned on the water let the room fill with steam. I got undressed and got in the shower letting the water relax my muscles. Tears began running down my cheeks, again. Why does this keep happening to me? What did I do wrong, to deserve this in life? I finished my shower and laid in bed for awhile.  Jc walked in the room.


“Hey. I just wanna say, I’m sorry. It was stupid of me to leave last night. I could’ve got hurt or worse.” I took a deep breath. “I just. I was tired of being scared.” I admitted.

“Scared of what?”

“Him. I was tired of him haunting me every time I close my eyes. I see the same thing over and over again. I’m just sitting there I can’t even help because I’m so scared. And, Justin is beating you, and you lay there, not moving at all. Then he turns to me, saying I can’t get rid of him that easy, to come back to him or you’ll die. That’s why I left. To prove that I’m not scared anymore.” I admitted.

“To prove it to Justin, or yourself?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrow.

“I don’t know, maybe a bit of both.” I let go of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding in. “I mainly wanted to prove to myself that I don’t have to be scared of anyone. So, I went to the one that scared me the most.” He wrapped his arms around me, comforting me. “Thanks.”

“For what?” He raised an eyebrow.

“For being here for me. For listening. For everything.”

“No problem, princess.” I smiled at the name he called me.

“I have a question.”

“Shoot for it.”

“What are we? Are we a ‘we’?” He didn’t was anything for a while.

“We are two people, who care about each other.”

“Why aren’t we together? You said you loved me. And you said it first.”

“I-I. I Just can’t. Not now.” He looked down.

“Why is it because of Justin?”

“No.” He answered rather quickly. 

“Then what is it? What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I’m just not ready for a relationship.”

“It’s been a whole year. How can you not be ready?”

“I’m just not.” He snapped.

“That’s not it, is it? That’s not the real reason. Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because, I- I don’t want to hurt you like I hurt Kate.”

“You won’t.” I said softly.

“How do you know that?”

“Because, I trust you. Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I-“

“Then be with me. I know you won’t hurt me. Trust me, trust yourself.”

“Okay, but if I try to hurt you, we’re over. I don’t want to hurt you. I care way to much about you.”

“You knew I left last night, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Did you hear what I said before I left?”

“No, what did you say?”

“It’s not important.”

“Hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just need some rest, that’s all.” I lied.


*Jc’s POV*

I did hear what she said last night. I heard her loud and clear. I couldn’t sleep all too well last night. When I’d close my eyes I would see Justin taking Julie away from me. I’d be on the ground and I can’t move a single bone in my body. I could hear her screams as he dragged her away from me. Everything fades to black after that. I guess that means I died, or I don’t know what happens next. I guess I have to create what comes next. I won’t let Justin take her back.

But, she was‘t not even yours. She asked you what you were. You said ‘We are two people, who care about each other.’ How lame is that. She could have been all yours, but you’re an idiot. I argued with myself.

Well, she’s mine now.

I walked out the room, leaving Julie behind. I ran out my front door, breathing heavily. I sat on the porch, clearing my head. It’s a beautiful day, I look out at the sky.

 I went back inside to check on Julie. I heard a clanking sound come from the kitchen. I slowly walked in. I wrapped my arms around the intruder, from behind. “Got you!” She screamed. I laughed in her ear. “What are you doing?”

“I was gonna make something to eat for dinner, but if you keep that up I’ll go to the hospital for having a heart attack.” I put her down.

“I’m sorry, bae.” She walked over to the cabinet, pulling out a box of noodles. “So, what are we having?” I asked, sitting on the counter.

“Chicken Alfredo, my favorite.”

“Ooh, sounds good.” I said licking my lips

“It is.” She finished cooking, and sat across from me, talking and eating.

“It feels good to eat real food.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean fast food isn’t real food. Well, it is, but I like home cooked meals. It’s made with love instead of grease.” We laughed.

“I love when you laugh.” I admitted.

“Me too. And I love yours too.” She smiled.



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