Best Friend [j.b] •completed•

viii

Justin's POV
No. This isn't happening right now. Why did I let her do this? How stupid could I possibly be.

I continued to pace around the house, scared for everything. Scared for what Tyler could do, scared of what she'll look like when she returns.

I can't ever forgive myself. I just let the girl I like go on to her abusive ex boyfriend. What the hell did I want?

My phone continued to bing from the phone calls and texts the doctor sent me. I unlocked it and blocked her number, along with deleting it.

I went downstairs to the boys, where we would all sit and beat ourselves up for letting her leave to someone abusive.

We sat on the couch for longer than expected, when the door slammed shut, catching our attention.

Saying we were shocked was an understatement.

Lily's POV
He was already drunk when I arrived. This is what I wanted. Justin did this to me. Maybe Tyler's hits can make me forget.

Call me crazy if you want. I don't know where to go anymore. I'm willing to go to Tyler's. I know what he does, but he's so sweet when he's sober.

"So my slut of a princess came back, eh?" He slurred in my ear.

"Tyler, please. I don't know where to go now. I need to get away."

"Don't you beg to me. You know I only enjoy one thing from you. That's your precious screams of pain."

The next thing I knew, I was on the ground aching worse than ever.

My head throbbed. My ribs were bruised with yellow bruises. The worst bruises ever.

My arms had random cuts and purple bruises. My leg felt like I had broken it yet again.

My eyes were blurry and I could already feel the black eye forming.

I grabbed my crutches and forced myself to stand. I ran out of his door as fast as a person on crutches can.

I slammed my car into drive, and sped back to me and Justin's house. The house with so many memories.

We really need to move. Note to self, find a new house in LA.

I got out of the car and slowly walked to the front door.

Clack...

Clack.

Clack.

The crutches continued to stomp the ground as I made it to the front door, and stepped in.

The boys immediately looked up at me.

"Oh,"
"My,"
"God." They said.

I didn't have enough strength to raise my head. I felt so ashamed, so embarrassed. I did this to myself.

"Lily..?" Justin whispered.
"Juju.."

He immediately ran to me, holding me tight. I had never felt a pain so bad as to him squishing my bruise.

I screamed in pain so loud, causing him to let go and look at me with tears brimming in his eyes.

"Please, just let me hold you!" He says, voice cracking.

Hesitantly, I raise my shirt over my head to reveal my ribs and cuts all over myself, coming from the fresh beating.

I silently sob as the boys look at my almost-broken ribs.

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU GO BACK THERE?" Justin started to yell.

"Justin, I don-"

"YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES TO YOU AND YOU CHOOSE TO GO BACK?!"

"I know wha-"

"YOU'RE ASKING FOR HIM TO HIT YOU, DON'T YOU GET IT? HAVE SOME KNOWLEDGE!"

"I know. I know that he hur-"

"YOU'RE PATH-"

"Don't you fucking DARE say I'm pathetic! I wen't there because of you, Justin. You make me feel like SHIT. AT LEAST HE LET'S THE PAIN GO AWAY!"

"HE CAUSES THE PAIN!"

"I'm done."

I walk calmly up the stairs to the bathroom. I sink down the door, and lock it.

This is where it goes downhill. Completely downhill.

My breathing gets heavy, and tears float in my eyes. My body starts to shake, head to toe.

It's been so long since I've had an anxiety attack.. but they're coming back.

I struggle to breath, trying the 'in, out' method. It always worked.. why not now?

My asthma starts to kick in at the same time, making it even worse. I attempt to look for my breather, collapsing to the floor instead.

I try to scream out, but fail. Where's my shot..? Where's my pills? Where am I?

"Lily, I'm sorry. Gosh, let me in" Justin says through the door.

My breathing continues to fail, but my panting gets louder.

"Oh my god, Lily, oh my god. Fuck, Lily, open the door!"

I try to unlock the door, but scream instead, as my rib comes in contact with the sink.

"LILY! UNLOCK THE DOOR!"

I give up, and sit through the attack. My face and shirt were soaked with tears.

Around 5 minutes later, I reach my inhaler and inhale as much as I can. My heartbeat normals as I wipe my tears.

I stand up, limping to the door. My eyes were beyond heavy. I was exhausted. I opened the door, and Justin was no longer there.

I continued to limp to my room, just as Justin runs up the stairs with Fredo and Za behind him.

They run my way, but I simply continue to my room. I open the door and faceplant on my bed.

I groan in pain as knuckle hits the headboard.

I curl into a ball and start to cry myself to sleep.

My crying gets cut off as Justin; I guess; wraps his arms around my torso, protectively, and his warm tears hit my neck.

"I'm s-so s-sorry. I d-don't deserve y-you.. but I l-love you, Lily M-Marie."

A/N
HOLY FLIPPERS. YES. LUSTIN (wink) IS TRUEE. JUSTIN ADMITTED HIS LOVE FOR HER. FUCK YES.

POOR JUJU.

Here's a question I got:

Why does she always call Justin 'Juju'?
A: They grew up together, and Juju is the name she'd call him when she was in trouble, was hurting, or was in need of someone to make her feel better.