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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1. Prologue

I stepped out of my car, on the verge of tears. I locked it and then jogged my way up to Justin's door, and knocked loud enough for him to hear. He answered almost immediately, but did the exact opposite thing that I thought he would. 

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Great, another problem to add to the pile." 

I was genuinely taken aback. Justin has never said anything that rude to me. "What?" 

"Just come in. I don't want people passing by to look at you and think that I've just thrown you out or something." he spat quietly. I almost burst into tears right then and there. I had to be strong, though, to figure out what his problem was. 

I stepped in and didn't bother to take my shoes off. I threw my bag on the floor, not caring if Justin was watching, then I walked quietly into the living room. Justin followed. 

I sat on one of the couches that was facing Justin. I looked up at him, he looked down at me, and we didn't speak. Until the silence was just too much to bear, and I said something incredibly stupid. 

"What's wrong with you?" 

Justin frowned. "What's wrong with me? Seriously? You're the one who came to pour out all of your problems so why don't you start." 

I sighed. "Fine. I was just having a tough day and I thought you could comfort me but I guess not." 

"Excuse me?" 

"You heard what I said." I glared at him, anger starting to boil inside of me. 

Justin crossed his arms. "Get your ass off of my couch and come here." 

Okay, now he was starting to scare me. Usually I can win in a fight because I can stand up for myself, but Justin seemed seriously pissed off. I didn't know what to expect this time. 

I got up, walked over towards him, and stood close enough so I could reach out and touch him. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't. 

"Don't you dare come into this house and then fucking disrespect me." Justin said angrily. "It's really not acceptable." 

I raised an eyebrow. "Disrespect you? Justin, I wasn't trying--" 

"Shut the fuck up and just admit to what you're doing. It'll be easier for the both of us. Then you can leave." 

Now, that was too far for me. I was done trying to be innocent at that moment. "No, Justin. You can't control me like that." 

And then every thing happened to quickly for me. He reached out, grabbed my shoulders, and shoved me against the wall. The back of my head hit the wall with so much force that my vision went black. I made a sound in the back of my throat indicating my pain, but Justin slapped me to get me to shut up. 

"I've had enough of your shit, Kat." he whispered into my ear. "Seriously. I can't have you coming here every time you're upset. I don't want to see you every single second of the day. Nobody does." 

I whimpered, still not able to see properly. I could feel Justin pressing his forehead against mine and I could hear him talk, but that's basically it. 

"Poor baby." he laughed. "Who's gonna comfort you now?" and then he took my shoulders and shoved me against the wall again. So hard, in fact, that I slid down to the floor. Everything was black but I was still conscious. 

I heard Justin get down in front of me, and then felt his fingers lifting up my chin. It was hard, but I managed to crack my eyes open enough to see him. He looked beyond pissed. 

"Look, I have enough of my own problems to deal with. I got fired today and my mom's moving and my old dog died so I'm just really stressed out right now. The one thing I didn't need was you to come tell me how you had such a bad fucking day at work," he paused to slap me again. Tears fell silently down my cheeks. "when I don't even have a fucking job!" 

Justin grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. I thought he was about to apologize because he'd finally realized what he'd done, but instead he shoved me towards the door. I fell to the ground again and landed on my arm, a shot of pain ran through it and I gritted my teeth. 

"Get out. I don't want to see you here again until I'm done with my own problems. In fact, don't come here anymore. I'll come to you if I want to." 

"Justin--" 

"Get the fuck out of here! I warned you!" he yelled. "Go!" 

It was with much hesitation that I finally decided to get up and leave, like Justin asked. But there was no way in hell I was driving, so I called a cab, and cried the entire way home, insisting to the cab driver that I was okay and that he didn't need to call the cops. 

 

I remember how that kept up for days. I would try to call him, and then he wouldn't answer, so I'd drive to his house hoping that we could make up, but it never happened. He'd always go straight to criticizing me and then he'd shove me or slap me until I left. 

And then, one day, I finally did. I left him for good and I think that was the best decision I've ever made. Until I figured out I was pregnant with his kid without any help to raise it once I had it. 

But now? In all honesty, I've hoped to see him again some day, but now that it's actually happening, I don't think I'm ready for it. Especially since I had his kid. I've definitely recovered, and I don't know if he has, but I know that as a whole we are never going to recover. And I don't think I want to. 

 

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