Stuck in between

Chapter 1

Rosemary's POV
I sighed as I signed the local precinct check in sheet.

He promised this would never happen again.

I looked up at him as he stood there with a blank facial expression on his face. Without saying a word I walked towards the door and out the precinct.

I knew he followed right behind me.

"I'm sorry," I heard Justin say.

"Don't even, sorry isn't gonna cut it this time you promised!" I said continuing to walk without turning back.

I felt his cold hand grip my arm and pull me back making me turn around.

"Listen to me it wasn't my fault this time. I swear!" He said looking into my eyes.

I can see the redness in his eyes and bags under his eyes.
And smell of the marijuana, that was obvious, he had been smoking.

"Then who's fault was it?" I said.

"The guy that I was with had a gun in his trunk, I had no idea it was there and we got pulled over so they took us in. They let me out because they didn't find anything on me baby." He said slightly massaging my hand.

"So then why do you smell like marijuana?" I questioned knowing the answer.

He smirked and pulled me close to him, putting his arm over me as we continued to walk.

"I'm serious Justin, stop this already! I can't constantly be worrying about you like this every time you go out. It tears me up because I know if anything ever happened to you, I would die. Please stop Justin." I said.

"I'm sorry baby, I don't mean for you to be so worried." He said hugging me a little closer.

I couldn't stand the smell of marijuana he had on him. It made me dizzy but I didn't wanna pull away from him.

We continued to walk as we finally reached our small town house.
I unlocked the door as we both
got in, I went straight to bed and before I knew it I was asleep.

» next morning

Next day, I woke up and turned to the right of the bed where Justin always sleeps, It was empty.

Here we go again.

It's like whatever I tell him goes in through one ear and out the other.

I got up and went to the kitchen in search of Justin, knowing I wouldn't find him, but I still tried.

I shook my head as I walked to the bathroom and got dressed.

I went over to the night stand where my phone was laying I picked it up and called Justin.
Ring
Ring
"Hello?" I heard Justin's voice say into the phone.

"Where are you Justin?" I questioned.

"Training. Where else would I be?" He replied.

"Do you want me to stop by?" I asked as I put on my black Nike sneakers.

"It's up to you, I gotta go."
He hung up.

I felt kind of bad for assuming he went out somewhere else with his friends, But come on, you never know what to expect with Justin.

I made my way out to La Gose Fitness Center, which was 15 minutes away by car.

I finally reached there and walked past all the sweaty, built up men working on machineries and lifting weights.

I walked down the stairs where I knew Justin would be since he usually trained there with his personal trainer, Prince.

There he was, throwing punches at those cushions on Prince's hand or whatever those are called.

He's been training really hard for this big fight he has coming up in two weeks; it's all he's been talking about for the past 3 months.

I wanted to say something to show Justin I'm here but I didn't wanna distract him.

Instead, I went over to the lockers and put my stuff away.

I walked back to where they were training.

It wasn't long before Justin spotted me and he gave Prince a quick nod indicating that he was good and he was now gonna take a break.

I smiled as he walked over to me.

"How is my little rose bud?" He asked as he wrapped his sweaty arms around me and planted a kiss on my forehead.

I felt the humidity from his sweat going on my skin.

I giggled and hugged back.

He let go and lifted my face towards his with his two fingers.

"I'm gonna win this for you I promise, I'm doing it all for you." He assured me and pulled me in for another hug.

"Justin you don't need to do anything for me, I'm fine just don't do that match please." I replied.

Justin hates every time I tell him this but ever since I found out he's going against El Torrito I didn't want him to do it. Let alone, I didn't want him cage fighting.
But it was his passion.
And who was I to stop him?
But El Torrito was son of one of the biggest cage fighting scammers, El Torro.
No matter what, they always win.
Even if you beat them, once you're out of that ring with the championship metal, there are four men outside waiting for you with pocket knifes and bats.

Justin assures me that won't happen but I don't believe it.

"Please don't start this I care about your safety crap again." He said letting go of me.

"Justin I'm sorry but I really, genuinely care about you. I don't wanna be the one to rush you into a hospital just because you wanted to win me a couple hundred dollars." I replied.

"That's what you don't understand it's not a couple of hundred dollars it's seven thousand eight hundred dollars." He stated.

"So what? I'd rather be safe than sorry." I said.

"I'm gonna be fine." He assured as he walked over back to Prince.