I grabbed my stuff and headed for the door, tired of Justin's shit. He was drunk, like always. I wiped my tears and turned the knob. Justin grabbed my arm, pulling me back. "Stop!" I cried. He pushed me against the wall, "Don't leave."
"I don't want to be with you anymore! I'm tired of this!" I yelled. A dangerously painful sting hit my cheek and I held my face, Justin had hit me, hard. I fell to my knees and cried.
Justin pulled me up by my hair and dragged me upstairs. "Stop!" I screamed. "Fuck you." Justin growled, pushing me on to the bed. "Justin, stop. What are you doing?"
Justin began to undress himself, I knew what was coming. I tried to escape but Justin slammed me back onto the bed, slapping my face once more. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I didn't want to do anything that would cause me more pain.
Justin pulled down my shorts, then my underwear. "Stop!" I screamed. Justin punched my face this time. I cried heavily and turned silent. Justin crawled on top of me and pushed himself into me.
I sobbed as he continued to use me like a sex toy. He was rough and didn't care if I was hurting. I didn't know what to do so I laid there, not moving a muscle.
Finally, Justin got off of me and went into the bathroom. I was too weak to run. I got up and pulled up my underwear and shorts and walked out the door. I walked downstairs, grabbing my bag and walking as fast as I could out the front door.
I got in my car and drove home. I didn't want to tell anyone what had happened because I knew Justin would do it again, worse. I pulled into my driveway and walked slowly into my house, locking the door behind me.
I lived alone which scared me. I decided to call Livy, my best friend, and told her to come over. She arrived minutes later.
"Livy.." I cried, letting her inside and locking the door again. She hugged me tight, "What's going on?" "Justin.." "Did he break up with you?" I shook my head, questioning if I should tell her or not.
I ended up telling her. "Oh my God. He abused you? Has he done it before? You have to tell someone. He can't get away with that, Anna." Livy freaked. "He's done it multiple times.. Only when he's drunk." I cried. "You have to tell someone, Anna!" "I can't.." I sobbed.
"What do you mean you can't? Yes you can. You have to." Livy snapped. "Livy, I can't!" I shook. "Why not?" "He'll hurt me worse.." Livy's eyes began to water and she hugged me again, "We're going to tell the police. Right now."
Livy eventually got me to the police station. The police officer at the front desk looked at us as we walked inside. "Good evening. Can I help you?" She asked. Livy pushed me towards the desk as she walked behind me, "Yes, we are here to report acts of abuse." Livy explained.
The police officer looked at Livy, then at me, noticing my bruises and scars. I nodded and gulped, "I was abused by my boyfriend." "Who's your boyfriend, honey?" The police officer asked, concerned now. "Justin.." I muttered. "Justin? Justin who?"
"B-Bieber.." I stuttered. "I knew I'd seen you somewhere." The police officer said, "Come back to this room with me." Livy and I followed the officer into a room and shut the door, leaving Livy and I alone.
A few minutes later a different officer walked in, sitting down in front of us. "Hello, I am Mr. Hem. I work with your types of cases. Can you explain to me the abuse Justin has acted upon you?" He asked. I nodded and explained everything, not wanting to stop. It felt good to finally get it all out.
"She's afraid, officer." Livy told him. "It's normal to be afraid, don't worry. We are going to get him and he won't be able to hurt you anymore." Mr. Hem told us.
We were finally allowed to leave the station and Livy told me that I could sleep at her house.
The next morning I woke up to a voicemail from a blocked number. I clicked play: "Hello, Anna. This is Mr. Hem from the police station. I wanted to inform you that Justin has been taken in and is now under arrest. We will need you to come in to court in about a week, I will call you soon to let you know the details. You're safe now. Call me soon, if possible."
I breathed heavily and cried, feeling happy and sad knowing that Justin was locked away. I told Livy, waking her up. "He's in jail?" Livy asked. I nodded and she hugged me. "I feel bad." I muttered. "Are you serious, Anna? This guy abused you! He didn't love you, if he did he wouldn't even think about touching you like that."
I nodded, trying to feel better. Lynn and I decided to go out for breakfast, even though I wasn't in the best mood to go out. "Be happy, Anna." Lynn told me.
"I can't just 'be happy', Lynn. I just lost the boy I loved, I know he abused me but I still tried to stay in love. I feel so stupid now, but I just wanna cry.." I stuttered.
Lynn patted my shoulder, "There's someone out there for you. Justin is definitely not him. You deserve so much more, you're going to be okay.. I promise."
I shook at the thought that Justin and I would never be together again, but I knew that deep down, Justin did love me.
Or was I just being stupid?
