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Fight Part 1

"So you thought you could just leave me here alone?! Justin, I barely know your friends!", I shouted, pushing him away from me. "Justin, you just fucking left me with people I don't even know! And you didn't come back!", Justin snorted, "So you just decided to stay there? So what, I left you, but that didn't mean you should stay the night". I raised my eyebrows, "What the fuck did you want me to do? Walk home?". "Not fuck the guy!", he shouted. "You could have fucking called me. I thought you'd gone home with someone. Not that you fucking stayed. How do you think I felt when I came home and you weren't there?". I ran my hands through my hair, "You're fucking serious?! You should have fucking called me!", I yelled. "Don't fucking yell at me", Justin said raising his voice more than he'd ever at me. "I don't see your point. I stayed the night, so what?". Justin turned to look at me, walking slowly towards me. "What's my problem? You fucking slept with my best friend". I was trapped between him and the wall at this point. I turned my face to avoid eye contact with him. "I didn't sleep with him. It says something that your best friend talks about me like that though", I could feel his breath on my skin. "Best friend my ass. I left him just like I'm leaving you", I turned to look at him. "I didn't sleep with him. He kissed me and I left the room. I slept upstairs and he downstairs", Justin snorted again. "You're a liar. I thought I could fucking trust you", he grabbed my arms, pinning them over my head. "You're a fucking piece of shit", he said. I shook my head, "You are. If you actually believe I would cheat on you there is something wrong with you". Justin just stared at me for a couple of seconds, not saying or doing anything. "If you think I would do it despite how much I love you, it means you could do it also. Otherwise, you would know that I could never. I love you too much", I continued. He laughed under his breath, "You think I've cheated on you?", I shook my head. "I think you could". He let go of me, turning around. "Leave my house", he gritted. I shook my head though he couldn't see me. "What? That's it? You're throwing me out?". He stopped, standing still. He didn't say anything before slowly turning around. "You sleep with my friend and then you have the nerve to accuse me of cheating", he was yelling. His face had turned red and he was trembling. I opened my mouth to ask him to calm down and stop yelling at me, but before I could I felt his hand hit my face. "You're a fucking piece of shit", he yelled. I looked up at him, my mouth opens in shock. Taking a deep breath, he lowered his voice "Leave".