Dan: Finally you get here.
Justin: Stupid traffic again.
He rolled his eyes. Dan looked at me, then at Justin.
Dan: Is this Dawn?
Justin: Yeah. I'm guessing Scooter told you.
Dan: Yeah. Don't worry, I won't say anything.
Dan: Let's get started.
He kissed my cheek, walking off with his guitarist. I sat down in a chair, unlocking my iPad. Let the songwriting begin.
When Dawn was out of earshot, we sat down on stools.
Dan: Why did you bring her, if I may ask?
Should I tell him? I mean, I trust my crew and all, but I don't want Scooter to find out from one of them. I sighed.
Me: We're together.
Dan: As in?
Me: Boyfriend and girlfriend.
He started tuning his guitar.
Dan: Does Scooter know?
Dan: How come?
Me: It's not his business to know.
Dan: It kinda is. He's your manager, after all.
Me: I know, but he doesn't need to know my love life.
Dan: Look, for both of you, I won't tell him, but if he catches you, don't come to me.
I rolled my eyes.
Dan: Which one first?
Me: Christmas Love.
I finished my song when I felt two arms around my waist.
?: Hey, baby.
Justin. I felt his lips plant a kiss on my neck as he rested his chin on my shoulder.
Me: Hey, Justin.
Justin: I'm done with rehearsals.
I saved the lyrics and the music for the song. I closed my iPad, turning to face Justin.
Me: I see that.
Justin: Did you write another song?
Me: Just finished it.
Justin: Can't wait until I get to hear it.
Me: Which is three months from now.
He sat me on his lap.
Me: Let's just say it's for your birthday.
I grabbed my iPad, getting off of him. He pulled me back down, me straddling him.
Justin: You wrote it for me?
Justin: Can I get the title?
I rolled my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck.
Me: It's called Bleeding Love.
Justin: Is it about how you feel about me?
Me: You'll just have to find out.
I pecked his lips, getting off of him.
Me: Let's go pack.
He nodded as he got up from the chair, taking my hand in his.
I zipped up my last bag, putting it on the floor.
Justin: Last one?
I sat down on the bed, putting my hair in a ponytail.
I looked at him.
Me: Yeah, Justin?
Justin: Where's your dad?
I had to ask her. I just had to. I wanted to know where her dad was and why he wasn't around. She looked down at her hands.
Dawn: I don't really want to discuss that with you.
Me: Why not?
She sighed, turning away from me and resting her head on her knees.
Dawn: Cause I don't want you to become overprotective of me and start controlling my life.
What? But...I'd never do that. A relationship is give-and-take. It takes both people to trust one another. And besides, I'm not the controlling type of person. I gently wrapped my arms around her waist.
Me: Babe, I'm not a controlling person. Yes, I'd be protective of you, but not so protective where I'd never let you out of my sight. I'm not like that.
She sighed, resting the back of her head against my chest.
Me: I just want to know where your dad is. That's all. If you want to go into detail, you can. I'm not forcing you to share that kind of information.
She took a deep breath.
Dawn: My dad's in jail.
I had the feeling I could trust Justin with information about why my dad wasn't around. He should know. I turned around to face him.
Me: When I was four years old, my dad was arrested for many crimes. Murder, theft, using a weapon without a license, you name it. Well, except for rape cause he wasn't that kind of person. Anyways, I didn't see him for seven years and I kept asking my mom where he was. When I turned eleven, I was done with my mom pushing the subject aside. I wanted to know where he was. So, after school one day, she took my to a jailhouse, telling me that was where my dad was.
I rolled up the sleeve on my jacket, showing the scar on my left arm.
Justin: What's that?
Me: The scar he gave me.
Justin: What do you mean?
Me: He stabbed my arm and cut it open.
His eyes went wide.
Me: He grabbed a broken piece of glass, stuck it in my arm, and slid it down.
Justin: But why would he do that?
Me: After that, he called me an ugly slutty bitch and told me my mother should have had an abortion when she had the chance.
I lowered my head.
Me: I've been insecure and had trust issues ever since.
I rubbed my arm, my eyes on the comforter.
Justin: Y-you're insecure?
Me: Ever since my dad told me he never wanted me, I've felt that way. That's why I always fought in school.
Why didn't she tell me she was insecure? Then again, if she has trust issues, why does she trust me?
Me: It's confusing.
She looked up at me.
Me: If you have trust issues, then how come you trust me?
Dawn: Cause you're different from all the other guys I've met.
Me: How am I different?
Dawn: You never flirted with me when we first met. You never looked at my body with your eyes full of lust as if you were picturing me naked. Plus, you actually took your time with me.
Me: What do you mean I took my time with you?
Dawn: I mean, you didn't rush to give me your number or get to know me.
Me: That's because my mom raised me right. She taught me how to be a gentleman and how to respect girls.
I took her hand in mine.
Me: I'm letting you know now that you can always trust me. I'll always be here for you.
She rested her hand on my cheek.
Dawn: I trust you, Justin.
I smiled, kissing the palm of her hand.
Me: Love you.
Dawn: Love you, too.
I gently kissed her lips, resting my forehead against hers.
Me: Come on. Let's go before my dad gets here.
She nodded. We got up from the bed, grabbing our bags from the side of the bed.