"I wasn't asking about you." I screamed at him.
"oh yeah, not what I heard."
"well trust me, I wouldn't make my life revolve around some stupid, arrogant, manwhore anyways." I felt the rage inside of me with that last sentence.
I walked away with my head held high, no regrets, nothing. It felt like a ton of brick had been lifted off my shoulders, I had relief from him.
He ran up and grabbed my arm tightly, I tried to jerk away but his grip only got tighter. "Let go of me I'm going home!" "No you're not!" and with that, everything went black.

This story contains racing, drinking, drugs, and alcohol. Other celebrities and Justin's friends will be featured. This story is full of twists and turns that you won't see coming.


19. Chapter 18

   Imagination runs. It runs through our veins, our minds, and our hearts. But so does desire, and lust. The need for something, the way we make it up in our heads, to feel it, as if it was actually happening. Sometimes it is for the best, others, it's not. We imagine the things we want in reality when we aren't getting it. Whether it's the love we want, or the friends we want, or the life we want. We use our imagination to make it feel real.

   I woke up in my hotel room. I still had my heels on, dress on, and make up smeared on my face. I walked into the bathroom and washed my face clean. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I knew water was coming to my eyes, I felt the salt water fall down my cheeks. It was all a dream and I was driving myself crazy. I dreamt I was with Justin. That he rescued me. That he loved me. I stumbled backwards and slid down the bathroom door and just sat and cried. My life was a fucking mess. I've been beat, cussed at, assaulted, raped, loved, I didn't know anymore. I needed to get myself together. I pushed myself up off the floor and started putting makeup on to cover my red, puffy face. I got dresses and left the hotel and began driving home. 

   I pulled into the driveway of my grandmas house and there was already a black car there. My grandmas car wasn't in the driveway, she was probably at work. I parked my car and began walking to my door. The black car turned it's engine off. I picked up my speed when someone got out of the driver's seat. He looked a little over my age, Hispanic, and was wearing all black.

   "Can I help you?" I turned around and asked.

"Yeah, you know Bizzle right?" 

My face grew in confusion. He smiled at the ground then scratched his head.

   "I mean Justin."

"Oh, yeah...I know him. Why?"

He walked closer to me. 

   "He wanted to make sure you were ok. I mean, his words aren't even close to how pretty you are in person."

I felt knots twist in my stomach.

  "What's your name?" 

"I'm Alfredo....Flores."

"Well Mr. Flores, I just got home from a trip, and it was very nice to meet you, but I'd like it if you left now."

He came closer, I was against my front door now.

"See Jess, that's the thing, Justin and I aren't on good terms right now. And see, your my leverage."

"Excuse me? Your what?"

"Leverage, I need you to come with me, in order to get back at him."

   He held out his hand for me to take. I turned around, unlocked the door, ran inside then locked it behind me.

    "I was hoping you wouldn't make this difficult, but looks like you are." he yelled through the door. Next thing I knew he was in my house and my front door was now on the floor.





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