Infatuation (a Justin Bieber fanfiction)

Chapter 1

A black dress was thrown at me. "Get ready, my parents invited us to dinner. 30 minutes. Go!" Justin commanded.

I stood up and began taking off my clothes in the middle of the room, he didn't like when I changed in the bathroom, and pulled on the black body con. It barely covered my ass. He stared at me, his face angry, not the reaction most people would get from their boyfriends.

"Take it off. You can't wear that. All your fucking bruises on your arms and legs are in plain sight. Go put on some jeans and a long sleeve. Maybe next time try to make your body presentable."

He was acting as if it was my fault I had all these bruises. Did I ask for you to beat me up daily? I knew better than to talk back, so I just nodded my head and went into my closet.

"Hurry the fuck up! The faster we get there the faster we can leave!"

There was no doubt in my mind Justin did't want to have dinner with his parents. It's not that he hates them but, as he has said the many times they invited us, "I have better things to do than sit in that fucking house and remember her."

'Her' as in his little sister, Emily. She died in a car crash nine months ago and was the reason for all of this. It was a hard time for all of us, but Justin didn't take it the best. He began taking his anger out on me, I just want to help him. I know I can.

I pulled on some ripped denim jeans and a pink, fuzzy sweater, and walked out to be greeted with an inpatient Justin. His hair styled so perfectly wearing jeans and a black shirt.

I nervously looked up to him silently asking for approval.

"Great. Now they'll all think I'm dating a homeless girl. Great!" He muttered sarcastically as he just grabbed my arm and basically dragged me down the stairs and to the car.

"Now let's go over some things," He said as he started driving. "Don't act weird. Don't pull up your sleeves or anything like that. If anyone asks, you're cold. Try to look like you haven't just woken up from a coma. Don't speak unless spoken to. Just don't fuck up okay?"

I nodded. Why did he hate me? I couldn't even talk to him without him yelling or calling me a dumbass. I miss the old Justin. I miss him a lot.

The car ride was silent, it always was. The only noise was Drake singing about running through some six coming from the radio.

"Justin?" I asked my voice stuttering as it always does while talking to him.

"What?!" He sounded annoyed and uninterested.

"Why d-did you say yes? Like why did you say y-yes to going tonight? You never said yes before..."

He sighed, his eyes never leaving the road. "How fucking dumb are you? Like really? Do you have a brain? What's the date Debbie? What day is it?"

I kept silent, I didn't know. I stopped keeping track of months and days a while ago. They all just drag along now, the same thing everyday.

"I'm guessing that's a no to the brain." There wasn't a hint of amusement in his voice. "Do you even look outside? It's Christmas Eve. See the lights hanging on all those people's houses? You're honestly insane."

"Oh," I mumbled. I stared out the window, tears streaming down my face.

Most people love Christmas, but me? I hate it. I hate it because I know Justin isn't going to get me anything. I know he's not going to treat me any different. He won't give a shit. He never does.