Let Me Love You

She let out disgusted noise and rolled her eyes at me, “You probably don't even understand what the concept of loving someone even is, Justin. You keep me locked here in your house and don't let me leave. You don't take me anywhere. You barely communicate with me and you expect me to like you?” I watched her sit up in bed and swing her legs over the side as she looked into my eyes, “You're fucking beautiful, Justin Bieber, but you're fucked in the head. This?” She motioned around the room, “This isn't the way to get me to love you, or even like you for that matter. I've slept next to you every single night for the last how many days and we both lay awake, holding our breaths because you aren't even trying.”

I had to interrupt her, “I didn't want you to feel like I was forcing myself on you.” The frown didn't leave my face as she continued speaking, to say I was confused by her what she said would be an understatement. She wanted me to try?

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5. 07-01 - You know how to love


~Justin's Point Of View~

Krystal hasn't said a word to me for the last 4 days. All she does most days is lay in my room watching the TV and ignoring anything that's said to her. I don't want this for her. I don't want her to be unhappy, but I have to find a way to make her love me and as of right now, this is the only way I know how. I've given her different gifts every single day and she thanks me for them, but then hands them back to me with some sort of excuse as to why she can't use it. I made my way into my room and she didn't even acknowledge my presence. I stood in front of the TV, forcing her to look at me.

“Can I help you with something?” She looked at me like she hated me.

“What's it gonna take to get you to like me again? What's it gonna take for you to let me love you?”

She let out disgusted noise and rolled her eyes at me, “You probably don't even understand what the concept of loving someone even is, Justin. You keep me locked here in your house and don't let me leave. You don't take me anywhere. You barely communicate with me and you expect me to like you?” I watched her sit up in bed and swing her legs over the side as she looked into my eyes, “You're fucking beautiful, Justin Bieber, but you're fucked in the head. This?” She motioned around the room, “This isn't the way to get me to love you, or even like you for that matter. I've slept next to you every single night for the last how many days and we both lay awake, holding our breaths because you aren't even trying.”

I had to interrupt her, “I didn't want you to feel like I was forcing myself on you.” The frown didn't leave my face as she continued speaking. To say I was confused by what she said would be an understatement. She wanted me to try?

“You wanna know what I want?” She stood and started making her way towards me, “I want the Justin that took me to his studio and shared one of his deepest, darkest secrets with me. I want the gentleman that opened the doors for me and held my hand. Even that first night,” She got dangerously close to me. So close I could feel her breath on my lips as she stared into my eyes, “When I saw what I saw in the woods? You wanted me. You saw something in me that was worth saving. Otherwise, you would've killed me and you know it. A-And then you let me go. You took me home that night, Justin. You could've killed me and you didn't. You didn't know if I was gonna tell the police everything I'd seen, but you took that chance because you wanted me,” She took a step backwards and dropped my gaze, “But then you changed. Then you decided that I wasn't worth it,” She looked into my eyes again and I could see the tears pooling in her blue-gray eyes, “You made up lies because you wanted me to go away. So I did. I had no intention of ever bothering you again, because as much as I hate to admit this, a part of my heart broke when you said what you said. I had started to let you in and then you threw that away. And now, here I am, once again, being held your prisoner because you think letting me go was a mistake,” I swallowed the guilt rising in my throat as I watched a tear slide down her cheek, “But how long until you change your mind again? How long until you let me go or kill me because you decide that I'm not worth it or I'm just a distraction? How long until you decide that I'm not worth loving?” I cut her off without a word, pulling her towards me roughly and kissing her lips passionately. It took her a few seconds, but she finally responded to the kiss. I broke it a moment later, leaving my arms around her waist as I stared down into her eyes.

“I know I fucked up,” I spoke quietly, but held her gaze to show my sincerity, “I regret it more than you will ever know, but I need to fix this. My whole life, I've been a fuck-up. I grew up never knowing how to love. Even now the closest thing I have to that is the loyalty of my gang. No one's ever loved me and I've never known how to let anyone,” I couldn't stop now, the words were spilling out of my mouth and there was no sign of them stopping, no matter how much I wanted to hold back, “My parents were killed when I was 4, then all I had was my brother Alex and in order for him to take care of us, he joined a gang. That's the lifestyle I lived. Then when I was 16, he was shot and killed by the FBI because he set off bombs to defy authority. Then once I tried to get my revenge, I ended up in Juvi until I was 21,” I let go of her and ran a hand through my hair, “Justin Bieber isn't even my real name,” I shook my head in a disgusted manor, “It's just the name they gave me from the witness protection program when I was old enough to be released. Then I started from the bottom, once again. I became an expert at getting away with everything. I-I can rob a bank and get away with it because I know the ins and outs of all of it. Hell, I have robbed banks. More than one. And slowly, my gang started to build. I'd accept new members who'd proven their loyalty and made it through the initiation. And look at me now,” I motioned towards myself, “I have everything I've ever wanted in my life. I have a mansion, every car I could ever want, a group of people who have my back and an unlimited supply of money and drugs. But you know what I don't have? I-I don't have love and that's the biggest piece of my heart that's missing. None of this means anything if I can't have that. A-And I want that with you. I've actually never met a woman who I've ever wanted a future with, but I-I wanna try with you. I want you to teach me how to love you,” I looked down at the floor nervously and took a deep breath, “I-I've never told anyone any of this before,” I met her gaze again, to judge her reaction, “No one in the gang or anywhere around here knows who I used to be. And I have to keep it that way.”

“Then why are you telling me this, Justin?” She was staring intently into my eyes.

“Because I trust you,” I swallowed hard, “The name I was born with was Jason McCann. I was all over the TV a few years back. The FBI issued a national hunt for me, so I was on 98% of the TV's in America. They finally caught me in Vegas a month before my 17th Birthday. So, they locked me up and threw away the key until I was 21. At that point, I'd gotten points for good behavior and they decided it was best for me to join the witness protection program so I could start a new life,” I let out a disgusted laugh, “I imagine they didn't have in mind that I'd go right back into the gang life though or they probably would've kept me locked up forever.” I didn't speak for a moment as I studied her, wondering what was going through her mind, “I know you're right. I know keeping you here against your will isn't gonna make you love me, but it was another stupid mistake that I thought would convince you to give me a chance. I-I thought you could love me if you spent enough time with me, even if I had to force you to do it. And I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kidnapped you and I shouldn't have forced you to stay.” I dropped her gaze and walked to the bedroom door. I turned the knob and held the door open, looking back towards her, “You can go. The last thing I'd ever want in this world is for you to be unhappy, even if you do continue to hate me. I won't force this anymore.” She stared at me for a moment as I stood with my hand on the door knob, holding it open, waiting for her to leave. I took a deep breath as she approached me and my breathing caught in my throat when she stopped in front of me, our faces just inches from each others.

She reached up and gently cupped my face in both of her hands, “I don't hate you, Justin. I get it. I see now why you do things the way you do. Do you realize what you just did?” I frowned in confusion and shook my head, “You're willing to let me go, Justin. You're willing to let me walk out of here tonight because you want me to be happy, regardless of how much it hurts you. That type of selflessness is what love is all about,” She leaned up and placed a soft kiss on my lips before meeting my eyes again, “All you ever had to do was ask me to stay and I would've, Justin.”

I licked my lips and held her gaze, “I'm asking you to stay now.” I somehow couldn't find my regular voice and the words came out as a near whisper. She offered a small smile and linked her fingers with mine, closing the door with her other hand. She lead me towards the bed and pulled the covers down before crawling in. She then held the covers up on the other side and motioned for me to join her. I slid my shoes off  and placed my hat on the nightstand, before I crawled into bed beside her. I held her gaze, unsure what to do. She let out a soft laugh and took my right arm, pulling it behind her head and resting her head on my chest. She pulled my arm tight around her and then rested her palm on my abs.

“Goodnight, Justin,” She whispered, leaning up to kiss my chin.

“I hope you know that I never wanted to kiss you goodbye. I've always only wanted to kiss you goodnight.” I leaned down and kissed the top of her head, “Goodnight, My Princess.” It was in that moment that I realized I had never felt anything like I was feeling in that moment. My heart felt like it was gonna beat out of my chest, but at the same time, I felt a comfort that I've never known before. The last thought I had as I drifted off to sleep, was that no matter what, I would protect her and keep her safe, no matter the cost.

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