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Ch. 16: Bad First Date Part 1

Justin's POV

The festival, somewhere I use to go when my mom was still with me but I haven't went since I was a little boy because it hurt too much. I remember being such a spoiled brat as a kid. Kicking the man that said my favorite sweet treats were gone and screaming and yelling when it was time to go. I was such a pain as an only child and my mom still loved and cared for me. God, I missed her so much.

I'd say I hated my dad for leaving me in such an unstable mind set but that was an understatement. There was more than hate for that man and I was hoping to never see him again. But sitting in this car with her, right now I want to try to find him. I want him to meet her.

Sighing, I grabbed her soft hand into mine. She seemed in deep thought and I could tell she thinking about her mother as her eyes were watering. I hated to see her cry.

Even when I was a total dick to her. I still hated upsetting her, but I also loved it when she'd talk back to me. I guess it was when my parents never said no to me as a child and now that someone is, it's weird for me.

I need a smoke.

I reached for one of the weed rolls I made a while back that was in a zip lock bag, but remembered she hated me smoking. Unfortunately, it's a bad habit since the day my mother passed away.

"Can I take a smoke?" I tapped my finger on my leg impatiently. "Is that alright, baby?" I asked her.

I was anticipating the relief that the weed gave me; an addiction I couldn't get away from as hard as I tried I was so hooked it was becoming to be three times a day. Once a day I would tell myself, only once and I would be okay. Now that's just not enough.

She was still zoning out and it was irritating me. I tapped her thigh and she flinched. "Don't touch me." She scolded.

I chuckled lowly, "I just marked you not too long ago, baby, if anything I can touch you when–"

"I never said I was your girlfriend." She cut me off.

"And I never said I dated, but I dropped it all for you. I'm trying to be better for you." I snapped lightly, rolling the window down so I could take my smoke.

"I didn't ask for that." she mumbled lowly but it still hurt the same as if she were raising her voice at me. "When did I say I wanted you to drop everything? I never said I wanted you."

Then what is it that you want woman?

I felt my heart rate pick up. It felt like she was breaking my heart but we weren't even together, were we? I wasn't paying attention to what I was saying until I told her to get out.

"What?"

"I said get the fuck out." I cursed at her. "If you don't want this," I gestured to my dick. "Then get the fuck out."

"Fuck you..." She muttered.

I held my gaze forwards but I knew that she was crying. I unlocked the doors and let her out on the side of the highway.

The light went green and my hands tightened on the steering wheel.

Don't leave her, you asshole.

I locked the doors, ready to leave her on the side of the road and go back to my old life living alone like I use to. Pick up women and completely forget about her. The problem is that I can't forget her.

"Get back in." I hissed, leaning across the passenger seat towards her.

"But you said get out. You were going to leave me!" She yelled, her brown eyes glossy.

"Get back in the car, Elle. I'm your boss and I order you to get back in!" My voice cracked as a car honked from behind.

I honked back and gave him the middle finger threw the window.

"You're so bipolar. I don't know why I ever saw anything in you." I chuckled a bit at her comment about me being bipolar.

"What? Did you think I'd be anything less than what people already say about me? I'm Justin Bieber." I exhaled the smoke, "I'm the spoiled rich kid that throws money out the window, that doesn't give a shit about no one. Why do you even care about me and my problems?" I threw the blunt out the window and gave her a glance before we pulled off.

I just couldn't think of any reason to why she'd give a fuck about me and my baggage. I'm the worst person for her to be in a relationship with. She was practically trapped with me for a year since her father insisted she continue to stay and work for me.

"I thought it was obvious..." She mumbled as she shook her head, her brown hair covering the sides of her face as she stared down at her lap.

Licking my lips, I sighed as we rode quietly to our destination. Why can't we go one day without ripping each other's heads off? I honestly felt angry at myself for making her feel so bad about herself when she literally just lost her mom. Then I kissed her like she was my mine and I was hers back there and now I'm pissed for no reason.

Maybe I should stop smoking...

I was planning on taking us to the annual festival this weekend, but I wasn't so sure now. I planned on getting a room for us and spending some time away from the house. Me and her being cooped up in that big mansion wasn't doing any one of us any justice and I said I'd be there for her so that's what I have to do.

"We'll be there in a little bit..." I regretted being so rude to her earlier, "the gps saids we'll be there in five minutes." I said not expecting her to respond.

And she didn't.

Blowing out a much needed breath I turned to glance at her as she cuddled up in her sweatshirt, my eyes peeking at her shoulder to see something written underneath the sweatshirt she wore.

T-r-a–

"JUSTIN!" I eyes quickly averted back onto the road to swerve right, almost colliding right into the truck in front of us. I tried to gain control of the steering wheel, but the car skidded to the side of the highway, going off the road into the woods. The car flipped and tussled through the thick woods on the side of the highway. My ears ringing as everything moved too quickly for my brain to comprehend. I gasped as the car crashed into a big body of water; a lake. The car quickly filled with water, my heart going a hundred miles per hour, my hands and feet suddenly going numb as the cold water surrounded my body.

I turned to Elle to see her long black hair swaying in the water. A red substance floating around her head.

She wasn't moving.

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