I watched his face soften as I walked away from him. I ran to the room we shared, and went straight into the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror, thinking what I did to deserve this kind of treatment. Why would he hit me? Why would he kiss another girl? Why would he call me dirty names? Did he fall out of love for me? But I love him never less than I used to. It only increases everyday, and never decreases. But he doesn't love me. Why? Tears were flooding my eyes, blurring my vision. They continued to flow down.
I pulled down the strap of my right shoulder, to find a discolored bruise that his action had caused. I grabbed a towel, and wet it with cold water. I gently dabbed it on the bruise, and winced a little every now and then. It hurt. Both outside, and inside. I continued doing the same, and stood there, as an object of pure pity.
The bathroom door creaked open, and I saw Justin's figure on the mirror, entering the room with a sorry look on his face. His eyes were on me, while he closed the door, and walked to me. He slowly stood behind me, with his chest touching my back. I hesitated, and pushed him away. He moved, but he came back closer and pressed his chest fully onto my back, I could feel his breast bone, and the warmth his body was giving me.
His eyes found the bruise on my shoulder, and looked at my hands, holding the cold-wet towel. He grabbed my hand, and took the towel from me. He very very carefully started dabbing it on my bruise. I winced, and he stopped, his eyes locked with mine on the mirror. I said "I'll do it myself!" immediately grabbed the towel harshly from him, and started doing it myself. I then felt his arms slowly push down mine onto the marble counter in front of us. His hands were pressing down mine, stopping me from moving any further.
He was holding me tightly in his grasp. I was trying to push him off of me, but stopped when I suddenly felt his lips kiss around the bruise. He left little wet kisses from my shoulder, and stopped exactly in that one sweet spot, under my ear. He breathed in, and continued kissing my neck."I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I hurt you inside out." He whispered, and kissed my neck sweetly. He let go of my hands, and turned me to face him. I looked at his face, and I couldn't help but feel bad for him. He truly was sorry. I could see it in his eyes. He looked into my eyes, and I could feel his emotions.
He brought his hands under my thighs, and lifted me up and placed me on the marble counter. He was standing inbetween my legs, having them wrapped around him, as I was seated. He hid his face in my neck, and turned his head this side, that side and whispered "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry Mya baby. I'm sorry, and I mean it. I'm a horrible person, and I know that. I don't know what good I did to deserve you, but I can't lose you." He continued kissing my collarbone, and went on with it. I didn't know what to say. Whatever he's doing, feels good.
I wrapped my arms around him, as he continued kissing. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He kept repeating those words after every kiss. He pulled away and looked at my eyes. He whispered "Please don't leave, Mya. I'm sorry." and He leaned in, without breaking eye-contact, he kissed me with so much of love, passion, and regret. His lips captured mine totally, and I had butterflies erupting. Thank god, I sat down because my legs felt like Jelly, and I felt like passing out. His hands softly held my neck, and he tilted his head to kiss me further. I granted him entrance, and he took the chance wisely. He has never kissed me like this ever before.
- End of Mya's P.O.V-
He was pressing himself closer to you, as he kissed you. He pulled away, and said "Let's go inside..". He picked you up from the counter, and carried you out of the bathroom, and into your bedroom. He gently laid you down on the bed, not wanting to hurt you. He hovered above you, and stared into your eyes as his lips inched closer to yours, finally touching them, making you complete. He slowly rubbed his hands on your shoulders, and pulled down the straps of your camisole that you were wearing. He swiftly pulled it off of you, without touching the bruise. He was being too careful in whatever he did.