The Dark Side

When Ava Mason meets Justin Bieber, she knew nothing but his name. Intrigued by danger, and drawn to action, Ava keeps popping up in Justin's life, she can't get him off of her mind. Can she crack his stone heart?

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12. "I'm Sorry..."

*Justin's POV*

Breaking the last thing in sight, I had finally calmed down.

I made my way to our room, and felt guilty when I walked in, seeing Ava sprawled on the floor.

I scooped her into my arms, and laid her on the bed, tucking her in gently.

After changing into my usual sleepwear, sweats and a t-shirt, I gently got into bed next to her.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I slowly pulled her closer.

Closing my eyes, I put my head in the crook of her neck.

"Justin?" she mumbled, lazily.

"Yeah?" I answered, moving my head and opening my eyes.

"I'm sorry..." she said, looking anywhere but, at me.

"It's okay, just, don't do it again. Trust me, it's what's best for you."

She stayed quiet, staring at the ceiling.

"You trust me, right?" I asked.

"Of course." She responded immediately.

"Then listen to what I say, okay? Did I scare you?" I asked.

"Okay, I will." She replied, ignoring my question.

"Ava, did I scare you?" I asked again.

She let you a quiet sigh.

"Yes." She answered, closing her eyes, probably remembering what had happened an hour ago.

Now, taking a close look at her face, I see her face is stained with tears, and her makeup was ruined.

That was my fault.

I made her cry.

I made her scared.

I scared her, because I'm a monster.

"I'm sorry I made you cry, I'm sorry I made you scared, I'm sorry." 

She nodded in response, as if saying, 'It's okay, I understand'.

She started to tear up, for a reason I'm not sure of.

I rubbed her arm, and when I reached the area near her wrist, she winced.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"N-nothing.." She answered.

I pressed down on the same area, and she whimpered.

"It doesn't seem like nothing." I spoke, sitting up.

"Well it is." She snapped.

I pressed harder on the area and she whimpered louder.

"That's what I thought. Lift up your sleeve." I commanded.

She laid there so I did it for her.

"Justin, no! St-"

When I had exposed her arm from under her sleeve,

I saw the scars of cuts lined up, starting at her wrist.

"Did I make you do this?" I asked, staring intently at her arm.

"No.." She answered, pulling her sleeve back down.

I felt anger grow inside of me.

"Who did?" I asked.

She didn't answer.

"Tell me, now." I ordered. 

"Mark.." she mumbled.

"That piece of shit." I mumbled.

Getting out of bed, I ripped out drawers, in search for jeans and a jacket.

"Where are you going?" she asked quietly, sitting up.

"You mean, where are we going? To get that son of a bitch." I stated, as it was obvious.

"We?" She questioned.

"Yeah, I want you to watch." I replied with a smirk.

-

Pulling up to his house, I placed my gun in my pocket.

"Perfect, he's alone." I said to myself.

We walked up to the door, and I forced it open.

"What the hell?" Mark said, walking into the room we were in.

"What are you doing here? Get out! I'll call the cops." His threat was empty, when I pulled out the gun.

"Here." I said to Ava, handing her the gun.

"Justin, I can't." She said nervously.

"Sure you can. Think about all the pain he's put you through." I said.

She slowly took the gun in her hands.

"Ava, please, don't do it." Mark begged.

Ignoring him, I spoke, "Hold the gun with two hands, you're a little shaky.".

I helped her with the proper technique.

"Pull the trigger whenever you're ready. Think about where you point the gun."

"Maybe his heart," I said, pointing the gun at his heart. "Because he broke yours.".

"Or, point it at his head," I said aiming at his head, "Because he messed with yours. The choice is yours, my love."...

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