Perfect Two: A Justin Bieber Story

Four

Chapter Four.

*Justin's POV*

It's been two days since me and Rhiannon reunited and Jake has only just returned from his little vacation.

Every now and then, we bumped into each other and most of the looks we exchanged weren't too nice. He had Rhiannon to his side. She looked at me with sad eyes and continued walking as Jake pulled her along. She looked back and mouthed 'call me', before entering an elevator.

Most of the day, I was just wandering around in the lobby and messed with my fans who were outside the hotel. I saw Jake walking past again, which meant Rhiannon was on her own now, so I decided to call her.

J: Justin                         R: Rhiannon

J: Rhiannon?

R: J- Justin? I- I want you to come to my suite. Right now.

J: Rhiannon, are you crying? I'm on my way, babe.

I hung up and ran up the stairs to Rhiannon's suite. That motherfucker must've done something to her.

"Rhiannon-" I wanted to knock, but the door was already open. I walked in and saw Rhiannon crawled up in a corner. I picked her up and sat her down on the sofa. I made sure the door was locked so no one could walk in on us. I made her look at me and when she did, her lip was bleeding, her eyes were puffy and red. Without further hesitation, I pushed my lips onto hers slowly, making sure I didn't hurt her.

"Rhiannon, I want you to pull yourself together and explain to me in detail what happened."

She nodded and walked towards the bathroom.

*Rhiannon's POV*

I washed off all of my make up and washed the blood away, it was smeared all around my lips due to Justin kissing me. That kiss made me somehow feel better. I stepped into the shower and washed my body, the bruises on my leg and arms felt sore as the water rolled down my bruised body.

I put on sweatpants, a tanktop and tied my hair into a ponytail. I didn't even bother putting on make up. Justin would accept me with and without make up, unlike Jake, he refuses to walk around the hotel with me if I'm not wearing make up.

What a loser.

I walked back to the living room and found Justin sitting on the sofa, with his face burried in his hands. He seemed frustrated and every muscle in his arm was tensed.

"Justin?"

"Rhi, baby, sit down and explain."

I did what he asked me to and started explaining.

I told him how I tried to break up with Jake, but he lost his mind and started hitting me with his fists. I showed Justin the bruises that were caused by Jake. Justin kissed every single one of them and let me continue my story. "Jake calmed down and told me I couldn't break up with him. He basically forced me to stay with him and act as if everything's fine. Later on when I told you to call me, he noticed and punched me in the face, which is why my lip was bleeding... And now I'm here." I tried to smile through the pain I was feeling right now. Justin pecked my lips one more and sucked on the cut in my lower lip.

"Should I fight him?" Justin asked when he pulled back.

"No, I don't want you to be covered in bruises and cuts."

"I'd do anything for you."

An awkward silence filled the room, so I decided to speak up.

"Why did you came to Nevada?" I asked, readjusting myself in my spot. "I have a concert here tonight. Want to tag along?" Justin smiled at me, hoping I would say yes. I nodded. "What if Jake finds out I left with you?"