Make it until June (Completed)

Chapter Twenty Nine

"No, I'm not okay." I said, looking down at our joined hands.

"I'm just going to go to the office. While I'm there I'll excuse you for the rest of the morning, Lincoln. Peter I think it would be best if you go back to class. Lincoln can stay with Justine." Mr Ferris said, making his way to the door. Peter followed him, but stopped at the door.

"Text me if you need me." He said before leaving as well.

"What's wrong?" Lincoln asked softly, brushing my hair out of my face.

"I'm afraid to tell you." I whispered.

"Why?"

"I don't want you to think differently of me."

"Why would I think differently of you Teeny?"

"Because I'm a loser. My first real friend was Ferg, and I have more in common with Peter than anyone else I'm friends with." I could feel Lincoln tense up, but he doesn't let go of my hand. I take that as a good sign and dive into telling him about my past. Once I started, I couldn't seem to stop. I told him everything, about school and how everyone treated me, my mom, her many boyfriends, my panic attacks. I even told him about the creepy phone calls I have been getting. It just all poured out of me. He sat there, kneeling before me the entire time, quietly listening. He only let go of my hands to wipe the tears away that had escaped, then he would go back to holding my hands.

When I finished he stood up and pulled me along with him, letting go of my hands, he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in the base of my neck. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes. I don't know how long we stood there, just holding each other. Feeling my entire body relaxing, it felt like I had a weight lifted off of me. I realized that Lincoln had become one of my anchors.

He pulled back a bit without letting me go and rested his forehead on mine when I looked up at him.

"You're not a loser, Teeny. You're beautiful, and strong." He said, staring into my eyes. "What happened, this morning? I've never seen Ferg flip out like that before."

"Conner and I argued about me not wanting to go to the party after the dance. It wasn't even that bad of an argument, but it escalated really quickly when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. That is when Ferg came in and flipped out." I rubbed my arm, where Conner grabbed it, subconsciously. "It happened so fast. When Ferg collided with Conner all three of us hit the lockers. After that it just felt like I was in a haze."

Lincoln pulled back and gently took my arm in his hand, using his other hand to carefully lift my sleeve revealing the starting of a bruise in the form of a hand print. A soft gasp left my lips as my eyes widened in surprise. I didn't realize that his hold was that tight. Looking up at Lincoln, I saw as his face morphed into anger. His jaw tightened and his body tensed.   Conner did this?" He asked in a low voice, not taking his eyes off of my arm.

"I don't think he meant to actually hurt me." I looked down at the floor.

"I'm going to f*cking kill him." He let go of my arm and started to pull away.

"No! Lincoln please," I grasped his arm, trying to stop him from leaving. "I'm okay. It's fine."

"It's not fine Justine. It's very far from being fine. After everything you've been through, everything that was done, you opened up and trusted him. And this is what he does to you. It's never okay when ANYONE hurts you." He snapped. I couldn't look him in the eye. I don't know why, but it bothered me that he called me Justine. I heard as he let out a loud sigh. Suddenly his forehead was against mine again, his hands were resting lightly on my waist. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped at you. I just- It pisses me off that he hurt you."