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"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD ACTUALLY DO THAT TO ME" I screamed at Justin. I was heartbroken, why on earth would Justin think it was okay to cheat on me? I was completely and utterly shattered.
"Baby, I don't know what got over me, you know I love you," Justin said, he tried to grab my hand, but I quickly removed it from his grasp and stared deeply into his eyes.
"Don't you dare touch me! You lost that right when you touched another woman" I told him, then I turned around and started to make my way up the very familiar stairs in the house that I had grown used to being and living in, but not anymore..
As the tears continued to stream down my cheeks, I started to pack all of my stuff. I didn't want to stay here anymore, I wanted to get away and never come back, I especially wanted to get away from Justin.
"Baby, what are you doing?" Justin asked me as he made it upstairs. I stopped pacing and glared at him.
"What do you think I'm doing?" I harshly asked him. Justin gulped and looked at the ground.
"Can't we please talk about? I never meant for it to happen, it just did" Justin pleaded. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Fine, you wanna talk about? Then let's talk" I told him. I went over to the small dresser we had in our bedroom. I grabbed the picture of us that was placed there for both of us to be reminded of our love.
"Let's talk about how you decided to ruin the best 2 years of my life," I told him, then I threw the picture onto the ground. Glass flew everywhere, but I didn't even flinch. I had never done anything like it, but it felt so good to do.
"Or even better, let's talk about the sex," I told him as I glared at him even more. "Was she good?" I asked him. I placed my hand on my hip and waited for him to answer him, but the answer never came. I sarcastically chuckled and rolled my eyes, then I continued to pack, and this time Justin let me pack without interrupting me, which I was very grateful for.
"I'll get someone else to come pick up the rest of my things," I told Justin, then I grabbed my bag and ran down the stairs. Justin was quick to follow me, and before I could open the front door, he had grabbed my hand and had pulled me close to him.
"Justin, please let go of me," I told him as I looked him into his eyes. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, which made Justin let go almost immediately.
"I love you" he whispered to me, I just shook my head and sniffled.
"If you loved me, you wouldn't have cheated," I told him, then I opened the front door and slowly I started making my way outside in the cold weather.
"I do love you! I know I've lost you because of a stupid and drunken mistake" he yelled behind me. I avoided answering, instead, I got into my car and drove off as fast as possible.
I didn't know where to go, my parents live several states away, and I really didn't feel like driving for so long, and Y/B/F/N was out of town. In the end, I decided to drive out of town and stay at the first hotel I found.
The hotel wasn't particularly good, but there were a bed and a bathroom, and that was all I needed for now.
I sat down on the bed and looked through my phone. Justin had called me a whole lot of times, and of course also left some texts, but otherwise, there wasn't anything else, so I decided to just shut it off. I laid down on the bed and sighed loudly, this had got to be the worst day of my life!
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3 years later my heart was finally whole again, and that was all thanks to Adrian, my boyfriend, well my soon to be husband, we were getting married today, and I couldn't be happier. As for Justin, I actually haven't really been talking to him these past few years. He seems to have moved on, and so have I, so he actually did me a favor, because if it wasn't for him, then maybe I wouldn't have met Adrian, and that would have been a shame. I looked out the window in the room I was getting ready in. Paparazzi were trying to take pictures of me, of course, they knew I would be getting married, I was - after all - Justin Bieber's ex-girlfriend. I had seen interviews with Justin, where he had been asked how he felt about me getting married, and his answer had always been: "If she's happy, then I'm happy", and then he would change the subject. I sighed to myself, then I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I had asked people to leave the room so that I could have some time alone, they all understood and had quickly left the room.
