"What? What do you mean?" Justin says, still having his hands cupped on my cheeks.
"They hurt me, Justin. They fucking abused me. They would throw furniture at me and kick me, punch me, slap me. They would pull my hair and drag me across the room. I'm only crying because the only people who fucking hates me died and I actually loved them because they made me. My sister was too young to understand anything and when she grew older my parents would've done the same." I cried.
Justin wraps his arms around me. "Ariana, things will get better. I promise, okay?"
"Can we go home?" I said, sniffing.
"Yeah. Let's go." He mumbled.
We both got home and I sat down at the couch. Justin was doing the dishes. I had my hand rested on my forehead and my elbow rested on the side of the couch. I had my phone in my other hand, scrolling through Pinterest.
"Ariana, you want anything to eat? Need anything to eat?" Justin says.
"No. I'll be fine." I said.
"Okay."
I then hear my phone go off. I open up the text. It was from an unknown Number.
(Pretend this is Ariana and Justin kissing at the park at night in a distance.)
Unknown Number: cheater moved on quick after her and her boyfriend broke up 2 weeks ago? Wow, must be fun. - unknown
My eyes widen and I furrowed my eyebrows. I need to tell Justin this. Someone's watching me... us.
I stood up, but then I heard my phone go off again.
Unknown: don't you dare tell him or else...
I just shrugged it off. I went upstairs to find Justin already in his room. But he was just downstairs?
"Ariana, come here."
I walk in his room.
"Ariana, I'm having flashbacks of the night that we hooked up."
"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"It's a bad time, isn't it?"
"No." I said, stepping closer. "It's the perfect time." I said, connecting my lips with his.
Everything went by so quickly. One second, he's kissing my neck and the other second he's reconnecting his lips and then taking off all my clothes. I was now only in my underwear and bra while he was only shirtless.
I heard my phone go off but I ignored it. I felt Justin's tongue slip in and I moaned.
After our little makeout session, I decided to check out the text I got.
(Pretend this is Ariana and from outside a window.)
Unknown: Don't Forget, I'm always watching you every move.
I quickly sat up from the bed. Justin immediately sits up with me. I covered my face in stress.
"Ariana, what's wrong?"
And I explained him the texts.