Chapter song: For You by Demi Lovato

(Justin's pov)

-5pm-

Bewildered, I chase after Val and enter the noisy strip club. She just ran off on me. And I was so fucking turned on.

I hate that she thinks she's undeserving. She's beautiful and unique, and I'd give her so much.

Dammit, she must've went to the back, because she's clearly not out here. I pushed my way to the back of the building, past all the attractive strippers, through the dressing rooms, and I finally find Val in the girls bathroom.

"Val, baby, don't leave me."

Before she can recognize me, I gently touch her bare shoulder.

"Justin, no, I don't want this."

Hard-headed, she shakes my hand off but I press her against the wall, my hands gripping her arms and pinning them both above her head.

"Justin."

Diminishing eye contact, she unsuccessfully squirms and tugs at my hold.

"Valerie, stop. I need you. I need you, please. I need you."

Sounding too desperate, I brush my right hand down her arm to stroke her smooth cheek. Her breaths are on the verge of breaking, so I kiss her, creating a high electricity.

"Don't leave. I need you."

I breathily mumble against her lips as she quits struggling.

For a second I consider fucking her, but I know it won't convince her to stay.

Instead, I kiss her, embrace her, use words to convert her mind.

"Val, I need you. Please stay."

By now, my hands are both at her small waist, pressing her close so that I can feel her tentative heartbeats and shaky breaths. I wonder if she can possibly read my mind, pleading her to calm down.

"I don't think I shoul-"

"Valerie, I need you so much."

My eyes bore straight into hers, burning desperately through her.

"Ok."

She breathes out, enough to feel her honesty and taste her trepidation.

"I've got you. It's ok."

I snake my arm around her waist and peel her off the wall. She nods then wraps her hands over my arm.

I lead her through the noisy, overcrowded building until we're out the door, free and quiet.

"Let's get dinner, beautiful."

I keep my arm hooked securely around her waist as we walk all the way back to my car.

I open the door for her and shut it closed when she's inside. Then I get in and start driving to a good restaurant for dinner.

"Are you ok?"

I take a quick, concerned glance at her.

"Yea. I'm sorry."

She nods but appears to be problematic.

"Hey, there's no need to be sorry, babydoll. I'm pissed at myself too."

It's not a lie. Seriously, I curse myself for giving her every reason to despise me. I'm not the lovey-dovey type of guy. I've never actually been in a relationship. Out of curiosity, I'm down to try it. So far, I'm failing, big time.

I park at a Mexican restaurant. Of course, it's a five-star.

When we're seated at a table, I take a seat beside Val because, well, the closer the better.

"Justin."

She looks at me, her lavender locks slightly covering her eyes.

"Hm?"

I resist the urge to materialize her irreplaceable blue-grey eyes.

"Thanks."

Her lips tug a beautiful smile, and it's pretty damn contagious.

"No problem."

Using this moment wisely, I plant a soft kiss on her cheek before we order.

-8pm-

Truthfully, I wanna fuck Val so bad, but that'll make her leave again. I don't want that.

"I want you to stay with me tonight."

I hold her hand in mine when I park at her apartment building.

"Justin, I'm busy tonight."

Her eyes are helpless, the kind that makes me feel disappointed, so fucking low.

"You're gonna get hurt."

I speak to myself, knowing I can't do shit to preclude her.

"I'll be fine, see you tomorrow."

She lightly pecks my lips then shuts my car door, leaving me in dead silence and utter confusion. No, don't go.

Fazed, I watch Val disappear into her apartment building.

A part of me knows I saw this coming; the other part feels devastated. Dammit, I the thought of Val getting mistreated by that jack-ass. I don't even know the bastard, but I want to off his ass so fucking bad.

I drive off, unable to focus, until I can't think anymore. I halt the car and repeatedly curse under my breath. I dig my phone out of my pants and turn it on.

Plan A: Turn around, wait for Val to come back.

Plan B: Fuck the stress out of myself.

One tap to an unknown number, and I'm with plan B.

(Val's pov)

Ben's car pulls up in front of the club, and I regretfully hop in.

"Hey baby, wassup?"

Ben greets me with his rough hands on my thighs. I sufficiently shrug and give him the classic fake smile to prove myself obedient.

"I've got a special job for you."

He smirks as he parks at an unfamiliar building. It's a house, in between fancy and cheap.

"What?"

I mutter loud enough for him to hear.

"You'll see."

Ben pulls me out of his car, cuffing my hands behind my back. I don't expect anything good as a result of this.

Ben is, apparently, making a drug deal, of meth, with a stranger. I'm the "bitch" that's fucking the guy for a dose of crank. Pretty fucked up right?

Ben's making it a three-some for extra meth, double fucked up.

-1am-

Repulsive. That's my current emotion.

They treated me like trash, a slave, a pet. They did dirty, unspeakable things, and I gave them the pleasure.

I want to hide, escape, vanish. I don't care. I hate it here.

Here I am walking home, alone, cold, in tears, wanting to escape the evil.

I want a do-over. Everything's going wrong, downhill. I wish I wasn't so arrogant, because I could've been in college right now. Ugh, I'm just a wreck, all over.

"Finally."

A Canadian voice sounded nearby. I see Justin by my apartment door, waiting.

"Justin."

For some unknown, uncontrolled reason, I ignite into sobs and throw myself at him for him to hold.

"Val, don't leave. I hate it when you're hurt."

He mumbled in my sore scalp. It still hurts from all the hair pulling.

"I can't, Justin. I can't."

That's no deception.

"Why not?"

He leads me inside my apartment and lays me on the bed.

"Because..."

There's not much to say about my situation. Honestly, I can tell Justin, but I don't want him to interfere. That'll make everything worse.

"Valerie, I really want you to be ok."

He pulls off my heels and neatly places them on the floor.

"I'm sorry."

I let another tear escape as he unzips my shorts and tugs them off.

"I'm not mad at you, baby. I'm just worried."

He sits beside me and kisses my cheek.

"I don't know how I got myself into this."

I shake my head and feel a major headache swirling in my head.

"I would help you. You know I would. But I don't have a clue."

He takes off my shirt and folds it in his lap.

"I'm gonna take a shower."

I rub my eyes dry then stand up. Justin holds my hand as I walk away, dropping it gradually.

"You can help with that."

I brighten the mood just a little and invite him in the shower with me.

Justin smiles brighter and takes off his shirt. We strip off our remaining clothes and step in the warm shower.

"I love you so much."

He pleasantly touches my body in all the right places, and I allow him to. I keep silent and let him wash my hair. He makes me feel better, physically, emotionally, in every possible way.

I'm turned on my his body, his touch, his gentleness. He's turned on too, for a reason that I'm not aware of.

"Justin, I want you."

I murmur and trail my hands up his muscular arms, to his soaking wet hair.

"I want you too, babygirl."

He turns off the shower, we enter the cold, chilly air. He lays me on the messy bed, still dripping wet all over, shivering from the air.

"Hands up, beautiful."

He hovers over me and spreads my legs to touch me, desperate. I raise my arms and let him pleasure me with merely his hands and fingers. They bring me pleasure with every moment, rub, circle, press.

"Justin, oh my god."

I tense up as I feel my entire body tingle with pleasure.

"Can I cum?"

I inhale sharply and ball my hands into fists.

"Yes please."

He smirks and I cum on his wet fingers, soaking them even more.

"I'm gonna make everything better."

Justin puts on a condom and slides into me, ready to lose our breaths from intensive pleasure.

I close my eyes and feel him hold my hands, which are still above my head, down as he applies force on my body. Our bodies are still wet from the shower, but we don't care.

I can't do much when he's holding me down, so I study him meticulously. His eyes light up every time I moan, like it's a motivation. His still-wet hair dripping on my cheek, rolling down my neck, trickling over my breasts. His chest heaving from all the work he's putting into me. He feels so good, and my stomach churns, signaling I'm close.

"Justin, I have to cum."

I look him in his eyes, which were filled with delight.

"Go."

His lips smirk, so I release and moan like crazy, my breaths deep.

"You're so sexy."

Justin groans pleasurably and takes himself out. I dreamily smile and catch my breath.

He hands me my panties and pulls on his boxers. Suddenly, I feel a wave of drowsiness crash over me. Once I have my panties on, Justin starts kissing my neck and whispering sweet compliments in my neck.

"You're welcome."

He wraps his arms around me and rests on my bare chest. It doesn't disturb me, so I let him stay there. I wish he would stay with me forever.

(A/N: I'm getting a little behind on this story tbh😁😁😁 don't mind if I stall it a little ok? Next post is on Wednesday)

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