I wanted to cheer her up.
I quickly drove to her place.
She opened the door. Her running mascara all over her face.
she's too pretty to be crying.
"You okay?" I asked as I walked in.
"no..Justin, I can't do this. He hurt me more than once..he did this several times!"
Anger rose in me. "WHAT THE FUCK? WHY WOULD HE HURT SUCH A BEAUTIFUL GIRL LIKE YOU?"
"thanks.." She smiled a bit.
"I'm sorry I over reacted. That's still fucked up. You should call the cops or something." I suggested.
"no...I can't." She said.
"why?"
"because..he'll hurt me even more."
Unexpectedly, I gave her a big hug. She needed it.
She needed a person to comfort her..care for her and love her.
Obviously Ricky wasn't doing the right job.
Looking at her eyes, I could tell she's broken..not physically but mentally.
She's hurt.
And she needs someone to fix her.
Maybe I'm that someone.
Ariana's POV
So Justin decided to sleep over. With me in my bed.
We didn't do anything, he just cuddled up with me.
-
It was morning. Justin left at 8:00. It's 9:00.
And honestly I'm not putting up with Ricky's bullshit anymore.
The fuck was he thinking? I'm Ariana fucking Grande.
I can sue his ass. And I'm a dangerous woman.
Thanks to Justin, I facing up to Ricky.
I like Justin. He's nice. And a good friend.
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Knock!
I opened the door to see Ricky.
"Move bitch" he spat.
"Go pack your things and get the fuck out." I said.
"What?" He asked
