Recovery

Four years ago, at seventeen years old, Katrina Burke was madly in love. Until her relationship with eighteen year old Justin Bieber became abusive. Not even a year later, at eighteen years old, Katrina ran. At first she'd thought it was a good idea, but when she found out she was pregnant with Justin's child, her life became even more troubled and twisted. Now, at twenty-one, Katrina's life is good. She has a great job, a nice place to stay, and a beautiful three year old daughter named Camryn. Everything is perfect until a certain someone comes into her life again, ready to show her how much he's changed.
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3. Chapter 2

"So," I heard Greg start as he took a sip of the coffee I had just retrieved for him after my bathroom incident. "You two already know each other?"

I opened my mouth but Justin beat me to it. I decided that from then on I'd act like he wasn't there and just answer to my boss.

"A little bit. We worked with each other a few years ago, but that's about it." 

I moved my gaze towards him and we met eyes. It was like we were sharing this private moment of understanding. We both knew what happened a few years ago. It still haunts the both of us. I looked away as quickly as I could. I glanced down at my coffee, stared at it, thought I was going to puke again, then put my cup back down. 

"That's nice. You won't be uncomfortable working with each other, I presume?" Greg asked, turned to Justin, but I knew he was asking the both of us. 

"Of course not," Justin said immediately. 

"Yes." I answered quietly, at the same time. 

Greg only seemed to hear Justin. "Well that's great. I already have something you two can do for me. But first, I need to talk to you. Katrina, would you mind?" 

I got up and kept my gaze to the floor. "No, not at all." Then, I darted out of the room and into my own office. I shut the door and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath and trying to get my heart to stop beating at a million beats per second. 

What's he going to say? "Sorry for pushing you against a wall four years ago."? "How's our kid."? He could say anything!

I put my ear against the door so I could hear their conversation. 

Greg: "Now I just need you guys to grab a few things from the printer upstairs for me, and then I'll have Katrina show you how to use a program on the computer." 

Justin: "Yeah, sure. No problem." 

There was a pause. And then, 

Greg: "Don't think I don't know what's up with you, kid. When I hire someone, I have to get to know them before I meet them." 

Justin didn't answer. 

Greg: "I knew Katrina before I met her. I knew that she'd worked at another company similar to this one, but mysteriously left. Workers said she'd showed up to work one day with bruises and they never went away, then she went away." 

"And isn't it a coincidence that you're on record for abuse? Weird. Well, I should leave you two to it, then." 

Justin: "Thank you, sir." 

The moment the words came out of Justin's mouth, I ran to the chair behind my desk and threw myself into it. I managed to look like I'd been sitting there the whole time right when he walked in. I looked up. 

"So, does he want us to do anything?" I asked. 

Justin cracked a small smile. "I knew that you were leaning against the door listening to the conversation, just to let you know." 

I frowned. "You don't know that." 

"I still know enough about you to know it's what you were doing, Kat." 

I stared at him for another moment, trying to find at least one piece of him that was still a monster. I was having a tough time finding it. At least he didn't mention the part of the conversation where Greg revealed that he knew about us. "Okay, let's go then." 

"See, you know where we have to go! You were totally listening in." 

"Shut up, Justin." It felt weird to hear his name come out of my mouth. I didn't like it.

 

 

Justin and I waked silently through the hallways. Various people greeted us along the way, and sadly, I had to introduce Justin to whoever was talking to us. He'd smile and be polite by shaking their hand. It bothered me. 

After a while of waiting, we finally got an elevator that wasn't over-crowded with people. Though, the bad thing about it was that nobody else got on, leaving us alone. Great. 

Justin leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, staring at the buttons while I pressed the twentieth floor. I decided to lean against the adjacent wall so we weren't so close together. Then I decided that waiting ten floors with an awkward silence would be horrible, so I said something. 

"So..." I cleared my throat. "What brings you here?" 

Justin shrugged lamely. "Still needed a job." 

I nodded. "Right. I remember you mentioning that." 

He sighed and looked over at me. "Look, Kat--" 

I held my hand up. "I don't want to talk about it right now. I'm sure it'll come up again later. You're not going to stop talking to me until we don't feel awkward anymore. It's what you do." 

"Okay." he said quietly. "Then, what should we talk about?" 

I thought for a moment. "You're right, there's nothing to talk about. Might as well keep quiet then." 

This time, Justin stood up straight. My heart started beating faster and I braced myself for what was going to happen next, but it didn't happen. I looked over at him in bewilderment. 

He looked heartbroken. "Did you think I was going to hit you?" 

I nodded slightly, and as I did so, we reached floor twenty. Thankful that I'd managed to avoid the most awkward moment of my new life, I said, 

"Oh wow, is this our floor already? Let's go." 

But before I could leave, Justin grabbed my arm. "Wait, Kat." 

I looked back at him and slowly put my hand on the elevator door to keep it from closing again. "What?" 

"Can we just both make a promise now that what happened between us will not come up whenever we talk? It'll make things a little easier." 

As much as I had thought that having Justin here would be an opportunity to talk about what had happened--to get things over with--I agreed with him. I smiled slightly. "Yeah, that sounds good." 

Then he let go, and I got myself out of the elevator as fast as I could, Justin following slowly behind me. 

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