"Justin, seriously?!" you yelled.
"Yeah, Michelle, I am serious." he snapped back at you. "I don't like you hanging around those guys, they are nothing but a bad influence on you."
You laughed. Justin was the one to talk about being a bad influence. Well, he used to be when he was a teenager, not anymore. Still, he was in no place to say that your childhood friends were bad influences on you.
"Oh my god, just forget it." you said, under your breath.
He whipped his head around to look at you.
"What the fuck did you just say? Shut the fuck up, Michelle." he snarled.
"Excuse me?" you said, raising an eyebrow. "Do not talk to me like that ever again."
He mimicked you and stormed upstairs.
You followed him up the stairs and knocked on the door.
"Justin, let me in. Don't lock this door." you said.
"What are you? My mom? Fuck off." he snapped.
Every time he talked to you like that, your anger increased. It just so happened that when he said "Fuck off," you snapped.
"You know what Justin? How about you fuck off? If I ever spoke to you the way you were speaking to me right now, you would be crying. Little fucking bitch." you yelled.
He was silent and so were you. I think it goes to say that you both did not think you would ever say anything like that. He did not know where that came from and neither did you. You let your head fall, feeling bad for saying something like that to him. You sighed before knocking on the door.
"Justin, I'm so-" you said before being interrupted.
He swung open the door and pushed past you. He went downstairs and you followed him.
"Where are you going?" you asked.
"Out." he said, grabbing his keys.
You didn't ask where because 1. You didn't want him to have another reason to call you "his mom" and 2. you knew where he was headed.
"Justin, if you're going to the bar, that's fine. Just don't drive." you said.
He paused before putting his keys down and taking out his phone. You saw him send a text, but you didn't know who it was to.
You guys stood there in awkward silence until the vibration from Justin's phone took away the quietness. Without a word, he grabbed his wallet and walked out the front door, slamming it behind him. You didn't bother chasing him. You were too fed up with him to even try to deal with him right now.
You watched from the window as Justin waited outside on the driveway for something. You were thinking about what he could be waiting for until you saw a car pull up in the driveway. It was Ryan. He must be going to the bar with Justin.
Justin always went to the bar when you guys got in fights. He didn't drink every time he went though. He just liked the general, male environment at the bar. It made him forget about his problems and have fun with the boys at the bar. After big fights is when Justin would drink, and the fight you guys just had was massive. He never got too wasted but you felt like tonight was going to be different because he never ignores you like he did when you guys were standing at the door. Hopefully he could keep his wits about him. You figured to just let him have his time as it was only 8pm when he left so you knew he would come home around midnight or something.
Four hours passed and it was midnight. You had no sign from Justin because normally by now, he would text you if he was on his way home, but no, nothing. Your thoughts argued with each other but finally you came to an agreement with yourself. You decided to text Ryan instead of Justin just to avoid another fight with him.
