Demons

Farrah Jones is a good girl. She doesn't drink or swear, and has the appropriate number of sweater in her wardrobe. Farrah believes she's finally left behind her dark past, but when she moves away with to a foster home in Stratford, Ontario she meets her new best friend. Her path to a new beginning is challenged by Stratford Central Secondary School's Walking One-Night Stand. Justin Bieber, lean, cut, and tattoos, is exactly what Farrah wants- and needs- to avoid. He spends his days as the ultimate high school campus charmer. The moment he saw Farrah he saw something. Something beautiful. Something haunted. Something special. He tricks her into his everyday life, but if he wants to keep her in his life, he must overcome his demons and figure out hers.

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36. Chapter Thirty Five

 

I woke up to see the sun's rays coming in the window. Justin was still here with arms tightly around me. I stretched to try to reach my phone on the nightstand, without waking him. 

"Stop moving," Justin murmured, and squeezed my arm. He was already awake. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. "What time is it?"

"Uh," he moved his arms and started digging into his pant pockets for his phone. "It's two-twenty-one." 

"Oh my gosh," I sat up. "We slept for for, like..." My mind was still too tired to do any sort of math. "A long time." I finished. 

He chuckled, "Yeah, we slept for a long time," he ran his fingers through his hair. "I know it's probably none of my business, but," He bit his lip as if he were contemplating whether to go on with what he was going to ask "what were you dreaming about?" 

"Nothing," I said. 

"I'm not talking about when you fell back asleep. I'm talking about when you were screaming in your sleep. I heard you whisper things in your sleep. I thought you were talking to me, but when I looked to see if you were awake, your eyes were still closed.

"And then you started crying. I tried to hold you and let you know everything was okay, but then you started yelling to not touch you so I let you go. Your eyes finally opened, and, well I think you know the rest." He said it all while playing with his fingers in his laps, not even looking at me. 

"It was just..." I took a second to think about it. "It was just a reoccurring nightmare." That was true. I just hadn't dreamed it since I moved here. 

Justin reached out to hold my hand. "Will you tell me what it was about?" 

15...16...17 seconds of silence. 

"Fine." Justin dropped my hand. "You don't have to tell me what you dreamed about, but will you please tell me who called you?" I looked up to meet his gaze. "I think you owe me that much." He gave me a small smile. 

"It was just someone from my past," I crawled into his lap and started kissing him, hoping to distract him enough so that he'd forget. "Farrah," he moaned against my mouth.

I held on to his biceps and held him closer. He pulled me to him by my torso. 

"You know that I will absolutely take any chance to kiss you, but-" 

"Then, start kissing me back like you mean it." I demanded. Tugging on the ends of his hair. 

"But I want you tell me who," Justin took my hands away from his hair. I sat in his lap. "It was my, uhm, ex boyfriend." I said. He tensed up a little. 

"What did he say to you?" 

"He told me that he needed money, no doubt to pay for his habits." I huffed. 

Justin's fingers skimmed over my scar. "Did he hurt you?" 

I bit my lip but didn't answer. I crawled off his lap and sat on the edge of the bed. Did he hurt me? Hell yes he did. I just didn't want Justin to know. I didn't want anyone to know. 

"Pigeon," He touched my arm. I flinched in reaction. "Please don't shut me out; you were just now starting to open up to me about your past." His eyes pleaded with me. 

"I just..." I sighed. "I don't want to talk about it anymore." I stood up, got a pair of underwear, and walked to the bathroom.

"Farrah," Justin trailed behind me. 

"Do Diane and John know that you're here?" I asked abruptly hoping to change the subject. "Yeah, they do actually. They left me here I'm charge of youuuu." He poked my face, trying to be cute. 

"Where are they?" 

"They said they were going to go to a friends house. Allie stayed but no doubt she went to go visit Luke." 

"Okay. They didn't say anything about you being in the same bed as me?"

"They gave me that look, and Jon warned me about his shotgun." Justin laughed. 

"He's not bluffing about that shotgun," I said. "Don't look at me!" I yelled. I went into the bathtub and pulled the shower curtain to hide myself. "Why?" Justin questioned, peeping at me. "Stop!" I shoved his face away. "I'm going to put underwear on." 

"Can I help?" He said, biting his lip. 

I took his shoulders into my hands and brought him close so that we were cheek to cheek. "No!" I pushed him back. 

He groaned but stop bothering me. I slid my pants off and quickly pulled my panties up followed by my pants; I hopped out of the tub to see Justin playing with my mascara.

He saw me looking through the mirror and smiled. "Aren't you afraid you'll poke your out with this?" He waved the mascara wand around in the air. "If you don't put it back I'll poke your eyes out with it." I joked. 

"Okay." He looked back at the mirror and started applying mascara. I took the opportunity to whip my phone out and snap a picture. The flash went off and he turned around. "Do my lashes look voluminous, longer, and thicker?" He read off the tube. 

"Stupid," I laughed. He batted his eyelashes in my face. "They do, okay? They do." I admitted. "Thanks, so how do I take this shit off?" He rubbed his eyes giving him "raccoon eyes".

"Fuck," he groaned, when he looked at himself in the mirror. 

I giggled as I watched him struggle to wash it off. I handed him eye makeup remover and told him to use it. He took a cotton pad, doused it in the liquid, and rubbed the mascara off. 

"Oh my God! I thought it wouldn't come off!" He said over dramatically. I rolled my eyes playfully and told him to meet me downstairs when he was done. I called allie's name: no response. I guess she's not here anymore. 

I started making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich because I didn't feel like actually cooking. When I was halfway done with my second sandwich, Justin came down with a serious look on his face. 

"What's up with you?" I tossed a piece of crust at him. He didn't react at all. "Justin?" 

"I just really want to know one thing." 

"And what is that?" I took another bite. 

Justin looked at his fingers, and then at me. "Will you answer it no matter what the question is?"

"I guess so. What is it?"

"Promise?"

I was a little annoyed that he wasn't just telling me flat out. Did it really matter?

"Yes, I promise." I rolled my eyes, and stuffed the rest of the sandwich into my mouth. 

"Did your ex boyfriend hurt you?"

I almost choked. I took my time chewing and swallowing as I tried to find a way to answer him.

"I don't think I need to answer that." I said finally. "Why won't you just tell me?" He whined. "Because I don't want to talk about him!" I yelled, making Justin take a step back. 

"It's a simple yes or no answer, dammit!" His eyes became darker; his hands forming fists. 

"It's none of your business." 

"You fucking promised." He sounded like a five year old... a furious five year old. I took a deep breath. As much I didn't want to answer and break this promise, I wouldn't. "Yes," I sighed. 

"Did he do this to you?" He looked at my back. 

"I only promised you that I'd answer one question." I said rather than answering. 

"Okay," he said. He stood up and told me that he was going home. "I'll see you soon." He walked out the door. 

Wasn't he the one who gave me the lecture about how I'm always having fun at first but then turn serious? Talk about role reversal. 

Not to mention that just last night, we were jumping off a bridge into a deep river.

With my head in my hands, I let out a loud groan.

Why me?

Relax, Farrah. You didn't want Justin to get into your mess of a life, anyways. I kept telling myself this. I did what I had to do. The less he knows the better.

 

 

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So This was more a filler :P

 

HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEARS AND I WISH YOU THE BEST IN 2015 <3

 

 

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