Fifty Shades Of Justin

Chapter Four- "You Don't Deserve It..."

 Chapter Four

 "You Don't Deserve It..."

            I didn’t know what to do or how to react. I was on the floor huddled in the comforter bawling my eyes out trying to mentally think of what to do right now. I’m not sure how long I’ve been here but all I know is that I was beyond infuriated. Yes, I knew what I was getting myself into and I knew that it would be risky but I never actually thought that it would happen. But then again, it’s Justin Bieber. This is what he’s known for.

            Shakily standing to my feet, the pain radiated throughout my entire body as I began to dress myself so I could get away from here and when I glanced over to the sheets I saw the blood. My virginity.

            “Girls want their first time to be with someone special. They want it to be with someone that will be with them forever and I can’t guarantee that.”

            Holding back another sob, I grabbed my satchel and quickly walked down the hallway we made out in, through the kitchen where the stupid conversation went down in the first place, and slammed the door to finally be outside of the room and away from the memories.

 I felt like a whore. As much as I knew it wouldn’t be a definite thing that he would stay he said he would try and I guess he didn’t feel the same afterwards but couldn’t he have at least said goodbye to me? Couldn’t he have said one damn thing to me?

            “I don’t make love, I fuck.”

            ‘Sophia I don’t normally do this kind of thing.”

            I knew what I was getting myself into so why am I crying? Did I really think I could change him? This is just who he is.

Letting out a deep breath, I made my way out of the hotel room and down the hallway to the elevator.  I probably looked like hell but I didn’t even care. All I wanted to do was go home. The worst part about all of this was that I was alone. I had nobody to turn to except my best friend Carina who was currently on vacation with her boyfriend somewhere in the South of France doing god only knows what.

            I had no parents to call either. When I was nine years old they both died in a plane crash and I don’t exactly remember anything from that day except the social worker taking me away to find a foster home for me. I was such a troublemaker. I didn’t understand why god chose to take my parents away from me because it just didn’t seem fair and every foster home I went to I always did something to fuck it up. Whether that be because I yelled at them or I was just plain rude and wouldn’t speak to them. They were sometimes the sweetest people I just took my anger out on everyone around me.

            Bouncing around from foster home to foster home wasn’t easy. I was just trying to study and get a high school diploma so that I could get out of the system and start a life for myself but it was at my last foster home in Brooklyn that I met Carina. She was the same age as me and she was the biological daughter of my foster parents. I was instantly jealous of her because she had a good head on her shoulders and she was stunning. But she never gave up on me.

I admit, I treated her like shit at first but in the end she was the only one who never stopped trying to open me up. I can still remember the day that changed everything, I was 15.

           

            “Have you ever listened to Justin Bieber?”