Part 10

Part 10

"She slit his wrists as he buried his heart"

Selena's POV

I felt something poke me in my sleep and I opened my eyes to see the devil on top of me causing me to scream.

Seriously again.

Why does he keep doing this?

I mean he did once before but still.

Again.

I gasped. "WHY ARE YOU HERE?" I asked as I shouted at the monster who unfortunately was Justin.

I thought monsters were suppose to be under the bed, not on top of you.

His eyes widened in shock. "Jeez, don't need to scream" Justin groaned getting off of me and sat on the chair instead.

Well, what else are you suppose to do if someone wakes you up in the middle of the night.

Make them food?

Ask them politely, why they decided to appear in your room in the middle of night unannounced?

I rubbed my tired eyes. "Plz tell me, this isn't going to be a routine for you" I groaned going back to sleep and I heard a chuckle from his side but I was too tired to even say something.

I moaned at my soft bed. "Well if it annoys you, then yes it will be" Justin said and I felt his presence in my bed before his arms were snuggling me causing me to groan.

I shake him off. "What, get out of my bed" I said pushing him away from me but of course he ignores me and stays asleep on my bed.

I scoffed and budge as far as I could from him which wasn't very far as I have a small bed. I felt my arms wrap around my waist pushing me closer to him causing me to blush for some reason but I felt slightly warmer than usual.

I bit my lip. "I do what I want Slutlena" Justin whispered leaving little trails of kisses on the back of my neck as his fingers softly caress my stomach.

I didn't get him at all.

He's acting like my boyfriend then calls me a slut.

I mean it's not like he likes me or even thinks of me and when he does think of me, it's probably ways to hurt me.

I let out a breath and closed my eyes trying to go to sleep as I felt Justin's light breathing on my back.

I don't know, maybe he couldn't sleep.

Maybe his mum is a sleep talker or a snorer.

I mean he did sometimes appear in my room when we were younger a couple of times.

I loved our sleepovers.

Just me and Justin hanging out, telling stories.

I didn't have any siblings or any other friends and he kind of made up for it all.

I couldn't help but sleep thinking about him.

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I felt a grip on my waist and I opened my eyes in pain. I looked at my waist to see Justin's hand clutched onto it really tightly.

I groaned in pain. "D-don't weave me" I heard Justin whisper as his hand remains on my waist.

I was confused to what he was saying but I took his hand away from me but as soon as I did that, he whimpered and enveloped his hand with mine pulling me closer to him.

I bit my lip worried. "Daddy, d-don't hate m-me" He whispered and I see a tear roll out of his closed eyes.

Was he dreaming about his dad but why would his dad hate him?

All I know is that after his dad left, we had stopped talking.

It killed me slowly but maybe that's what happens.

When you lose someone, it just doesn't make you want to be close to anyone anymore.

Because you're afraid that they'll love you too.

And that fear kills you.

You'd think you'd try to get closer to them but you don't. Instead your fear builds up and you spend so much time thinking with that fear, your friends leave you because you spend as much time with them as before.

I let out a shaky breath. "Jay" I say worried placing my hand on his cheek wiping away his tears and I felt his breath quicken and see his chest moving up and down causing me to bite my lip slightly frightened.

I gulped. "I-I cant b-breath" Justin suddenly choked as he wakes up gasping for air causing me to jump up with him.

He holds his head in pain like he was trying to force himself to forget something.

But what?

I looked at him in fear and worry. "Justin" I whispered but he doesn't seem to hear me and sits up against the headboard sniffling a little. "Justin" I said again but more louder and he groaned looking at me confused.

I gulped. "Where am I?" He asked with a groan again and I looked at him confused.

How did he forget where he was?

I mumbled under my breath. "In my house, because you forced yourself in my room scaring me and slept in my bed like a crazy person" I said a little too aggressively and he nodded with an eye roll.

He runs his hand through his hair. "Got it" He said laying his head back and I felt like hugging him tightly.

Wait what?

I don't even want to touch him at all.

I sheepishly smiled. "Soooo.... what were you dreaming about?" I asked Justin causing his head to snap in my direction with an angry expression on his face, as always.

Ok maybe I shouldn't have asked the question.

I gulp in fear. "None of your business" He growled and grabs my arms pulling me on top of him causing me to gasp at his actions.

I looked at him angrily as he does the same but he suddenly looks down at my legs which were by his sides and my hand which were placed against his naked chest.

Wait when did he take his shirt off?

WHO CARES, I WANT TO TOUCH HIM.

My breathing started to harshen at the intensity of our eyes.

"Can you let go of me?" I asked in a whisper feeling myself blush but when I look back at him, I see his eyes had slightly darken and he moved upwards causing me to moan but I quickly shut my mouth before anything came out.

I let out a shaky breath. "Justin, something from y-your pocket is poking me" I slightly moaned as it slid into me. He moaned and gripped my hips pushing it more into and I moaned louder clutching onto his shoulders.

Wait was it his cock?

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