Psychotic

Chapter 23

Almost three hours passed since the morning incident happened and yet I didn't dare to leave the room, not even to throw the rest of the food and broken wooden bar.

I simply sat on his bed and let my thoughts to occupy me.

The way Justin treats me is weird, he has radical changes of his mood and that is dangerous.

It is hard to predict whether he will be angry or mad in the next seconds.

I sighed rubbing my fingers through my bottom eyelid to whip any tear left from the previous crying state.

The door started to open and I instantly looked away.

I didn't want to see his face, the face of that dickhead.

Justin's head popped inside the room, a hint of worry in his expression.

"Hey Katrina..." I could tell the sorrow of his words.

But he made me angry, what he did was not right nor acceptable.

"I know that you are angry at me but I swear I didn't want to hurt you" He spoke after realising that I wasn't going to open my mouth.

I heard his footstep getting closer and I felt a pressure on the bed meaning that he sat next to me.

"Baby dont be mad-" I cut him off.

"No, Im not your baby! Im a victim of your twisted brain, I. Want. To. Go. Home!" I spat meeting his hazel eyes as I crossed my arms up to my chest.

He pressed his lips into a thin line. None of us broke the eye contact.

"When are you gonna get inside your head that you ain't going anywhere? This is your house!" His eyes darkened as he pronounced the last words.

I bursted, I bursted like I have never done before.

"This is not my fucking house and it will never be my house! Im trapped against my will because of you, I hate you!" I accused him slapping his hands off which were closer to me.

Once again, the demonic Justin shows up...

His orbs dyed into the darkest brown as he frowned intensively. His lips were pressed together looking like if they were going to break at any point.

His hand quickly travelled up aiming for only one target; my throat.

Gripping on my neck roughly he pushed his body onto mine making me lay on the bed.

I started to choke as the force added on my neck hindered my breathing.

"Please stop" I managed to say between breaks in my voice.

Just like if those words were magic he stopped. He slowly released my neck from his strong grasp.

His eyes widened going back to their normal colour.

He ran his hand through his hair. "I... No, why?" He spoke softly to himself.

He stood slowly moving away from me.

Finally with a slow sound, he closed the door leaving me alone for the third time already.

I stayed still in shock, my breath was heavy and tremendously loud. My chest was bumping up and down rapidly. A few droplets of sweat rolled down my forehead as I pulled myself up.

I started to walk towards the medium-sized mirror nailed on the wall just above a desk. I struggled a little since my body was still paralysed by what happened just a minute ago.

I place myself in front of the rectangular object as I gazed to my reflection.

Two red blurred lines painted my neck.