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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9. Chapter 8

The next morning I made sure that I was at the office building really early; even before Greg would get there, so I'd have enough time to straighten everything out before he started yelling at me. 

I slammed my car door shut, walked straight through the lobby without saying hi to anyone, and when I'd reached the elevator, I pushed my floor button and leaned against the wall. 

"Please just let this be a good day," I muttered to myself when the elevator stopped. I slowly walked out and down my hall. 

Finally inside the office, it was not even a minute after I'd set my stuff down that I heard a knock on the door. I rubbed my forehead and turned to open it, but I didn't have to because Justin opened it without waiting. 

I raised an eyebrow. "Need something?" 

"Yes," he said, sounding out of breath. He walked up to me, and without any warning, grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me. I stood there, our lips together, unresponsive for a moment until I gave in. And just when I realized how much I missed that, he pulled away and pointed at me. 

"First off, I've been thinking about doing that all night. Second, I saw Greg in the parking lot, and I know he's coming to talk to you so when he does, don't get all sad like you do when someone yells at you okay?" 

I pushed him off. "Justin! Why are you here, telling me all of this, kissing me--why are you here?" 

He grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "I need you to be happy throughout the whole day, think you can do that?" 

I nodded slowly. "Yeah. But why?" 

"Because, I just do. You'll see." 

We stood there for a moment. I was trying to process everything, and Justin was probably thinking about whether or not he gets another kiss out of me. 

"So..." I said. "I just have to stay happy?" 

Justin nodded. "It's going to be harder than you think. Greg looked pretty angry when I bumped into him." 

That made me frown. "He couldn't be that mad for last night, could he?" 

"I don't know..." Justin took his hands away from my shoulders, finally, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I wish I could keep you happy but I'm not even supposed to be here." 

I rolled my eyes. "Just because I've been kissing back doesn't mean you make me happy. I've just felt empty, okay? It's nothing special." 

"Yeah...sure..." Justin smirked and leaned back against the door. I gave him a look. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"You're basically telling me that you don't enjoy kissing me after four years. We both know that is the biggest lie you've ever told." Justin laughed. 

I felt my cheeks turn red and I immediately looked down. Pshh. Even I knew that was the biggest lie I've ever told, but hey, I didn't want to admit it in front of him. Justin lifted my chin up and smiled. 

"I can always help with that 'empty' feeling, you know." he said quietly. 

I pushed him off for the third time in five minutes. "I still don't know how I feel about all of this, Justin. It's frustrating, and sure, I wish I could kiss you without feeling guilty, but it won't happen like that for a while." 

Justin frowned. "Why not?" 

"Because you beat me to death for a week!" I yelled suddenly, then frowned to myself. "Justin-" 

He held up the hand that wasn't on the doorknob. "No, it's okay. I just saw Greg and I don't want to get you in more trouble."

I felt some tears well up in my eyes. "Justin I'm sorry."

He turned around. "Don't apologize, Kat, it's okay. Honest to god it's okay." Justin said, and when I turned to wipe my eyes he carefully turned me back and wrapped his arms around me. "I know what I did was horrible and you can criticize me whenever you want. I deserve it."

I nodded. I wanted to hug him back, so bad, but I decided to pull away because the thought of hugging him, kissing him, loving him; made me sad in a weird way that I couldn't understand.

Justin tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "So, do you promise to stay happy from now on?"

I nodded. "I'll try."

"Awesome." he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. Great. "I'll pick you up after work."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Pick me up?"

"Secret," he whistled. "And Camryn will still be at day care so everything's good."

I was too tired to even ask him why or how he knew about Camryn at daycare until late today. At least I wouldn't have to worry about her. "Okay." I said quietly. "I'll see you later, then." 

Justin nodded, I opened the door for him, and then he was out. I watched him go to make sure he wasn't spotted by Greg, and right when I shut the door my phone started to ring. But it wasn't my work phone, like I thought it was. I made a face and clicked answer. 

"Hello?" 

"Miss Burke?" 

"Speaking," I said irritably. 

"I'm afraid that your daughter Camryn was sick again at school today." the lady, most likely the Nurse, said grimly. 

My heart dropped. "Okay." 

I didn't even bother to hear her response to my response. I ended the call, threw the phone in my bag, and ran out the door, down the hall. 

No, seriously, I sprinted. So fast, in fact, that I almost ran my boss over. All I had time to say was 'sorry', to which he basically responded 'you're fired', though I hope that isn't what he said. I ran all the way down stairs, and out to the parking lot. I looked around, but Justin had already left. So I decided to trust my memory for once. 

I pulled out my phone and typed in the number. "Please have the same number," I muttered. 

After about a minute, someone picked up. "Hello?" 

"Justin?" 

"Kat?" Justin--thankfully--said. "What's wrong?" 

"Camryn got sick at school again and she hasn't done that before and I'm just really worried and I don't want her to get really sick and I don't want to be by myself-" 

"Yeah," he said. Four years ago, he'd probably be complaining about my problems. But, now he wasn't, surprisingly enough. "I'll pick her up, okay? You go home and we'll be there soon." 

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "Justin, wait." 

"What?" 

"Thank you." 

I could practically hear him smirk. "Yeah, no problem Kitty Kat." 

I almost dropped my phone. "What the hell did you just call me?" 

"Oh, what? Sorry, I think the line is breaking up.." Justin laughed, then added, "I'll see you soon." 

"I'm going to punch you when I see you." I warned him. Though, I was smiling. 

"You have fun thinking about how you're going to punch me, Kitty Kat, I'm going to have fun thinking about how you're going to try and punch me."

"Stop calling me Kitty Kat," I spat, knowing he was just trying to get on my nerves. I knew he was an adult, but he still acts like he did when he was seventeen. "You're acting like a teenager." 

"Does that mean I still look like one? What a compliment." he said. "Now do you want me to pick up our sick daughter or not?" 

I was going to answer, but the thought of the fact that he said our sick daughter made me want to both puke and smile. So instead, I hung up because I knew he would take care of it like he said he would. 

And Kitty Kat? Really? 

When I said I wanted this to be a good day, I hadn't intended on my ex-boyfriend calling me what sounded like a slut nickname. At least he doesn't know what's coming for him.  

Revenge is sweet, Bieber.

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