My Bestfriend's Brother

Chapter 7

Justin’s POV

I laid awake with my arms wrapped around the best thing that ever happened to me. I had waited for her for years and now I had her, and I had

never imagined I could feel like this, I was happy. It had only been 4 days with her, and I couldn’t imagine it any other way. I watched her sleep for

a while before allowing my eyes to close. She was still there when I closed my eyes, I could see her face as she got off. I had never imagined getting

another person off could be better than getting off myself but it was amazing to make her feel like that.

When I woke in the morning she was still asleep in my arms, I could watch her sleep all day but we both needed to get ready. I pressed my lips

softly against hers and a moment or 2 later I felt her smile against me before kissing me back. She lifted her arms and put them around my neck and

kissed me deeper. We kissed a few minutes before she pulled away.

“Good morning babe,” She said with a big smile across her face.

“Morning baby,” I replied and pecked her lips again. We slowly detangled from each other and got out of bed. Took our turns showering and we

all pilled into the car and headed for school.

When I got home that day I was bored, watched some TV played on the computer. Around 7 there was a knock at the door, I answered it and it was

Amber. ‘Oh shit’ I told myself. She barged into the house.

“Ok, I’m ready.” She said.

“What are you talking about, why are you here?”

“Listen I’m horny, and you haven’t satisfied me this week, I need it so lets just go.”

“No, Amber I have a girlfriend, I’m not going to sleep with you again.” I saw an expression of pain and anger cross her face. I couldn’t tell

what she was thinking and she just launched herself at me and started to kiss me.

I heard a gasp from a short distance away and then some one run down the stairs. I pushed Amber off of me, and ran to the door she had left open

behind her, I saw Emily’s brown hair as she ran around the corner. “Fuck,” I muttered, and turned toward Amber, “Get the fuck out of my house you

fucking whore!” I screamed at her. She looked shocked and a bit afraid and ran out of the apartment.


Emily’s POV

I walked up the stairs to our apartment I was excited to have gotten off early so I could spend the whole evening with Justin. I approached

the front door, it was already open, which was very odd. I looked in the door, and in the living room was Justin, some red headed bitch with her arms

around him, kissing him. I couldn’t breath, I had to get out, I didn’t care where I need to get out of here.

I ran down the stairs, I got into my car and drove to a nearby fast-food restaurant and parked in the parking lot. I couldn’t drive much

further, the shock was going to wear off soon and I would be a mess. I pulled out my phone and texted Sarah, ‘need you, pick me up at Joe’s pls’ I

knew Sarah was at Paul’s tonight and I felt bad for interrupting her but I couldn’t deal with this alone. My phone buzzed and I expected it to be

from Sarah, but it wasn’t, ‘Pls, let me explain, come back, I’m sry’ after reading this the tears came and I broke down. If my phone went off again I

didn’t hear it, I curled up into a ball and laid down in my chair. The passenger side door opened up a while later and Sarah crawled in next to me. I

laid my head on her leg. She had seen me like this before, I had no shame with her, and she with me.

“What did he do? I will kill him.” She asked.

“When(sob) I got home (sob) the door was open (sob) and he was kissing(sob) some bitch.” I said, eventually.

“What the hell, how could he!” She replied, she was furious; she opened the door and got out, “scoot over, we’re going back and going to kill

him. I scooted into the passenger seat; I didn’t see her car outside so I guessed Paul had just dropped her off when she saw I was in mine. She got

into the drivers seat and started to drive back to the apartment.

“I can’t (sob) go in there (sob).” I said I took a deep breath to try to steady myself and spoke again, “I can’t face him, (slight sob) I was

beginning to trust him, (sob) I feel so stupid, (sob) was he fucking (sob) with me the (sob) whole time?”

“You will feel better if you yell at him,” She told me, “Or at least, I will feel better when I yell at him.”

“I’m not ready (sob), please, (sob) if you can just (sob) make him go away (sob) I want my bed (sob)” I said to her as we pulled into the

parking lot. My phone buzzed at me then. I picked it up, the message was from Justin, ‘pls, its not what you think’. I felt like throwing my phone

threw the window. I hurt so badly inside, how could this be I had only been with him for 4 days I cant feel like this already!

Sarah walked up the stairs before me and I waited outside the door when she went inside, she agreed to get him out of the way so I could get

to my room. I could hear her screaming at him inside, ‘I fucking told you not to hurt her!’ I couldn’t hear his replies, and a moment later, she

opened the door and said I could go to my room, I went straight to my room Sarah followed me in and shut the door behind me. I curled up on my bed in

my clothes and began to sob again, harder now, knowing I was home and could let go. Sarah curled up next to me and rubbed my back the way I had with

her when Paul had broken up with her, that day it had taken 2 hours to get her calm enough to watch a movie, and now I felt like I would never be able

to watch a movie again. The thought of that day and what it had begun made my sobs come harder. I had begun to trust him, everything he said and did

seemed so sincere, was I really so stupid not to see lies that were right in front of my face. I felt like I was falling apart inside like I was

completely broken, after 4 days? At least it happened now, imagine if I had happened after 8 days, would this pain be doubled, I couldn’t handle that,

let alone a month, 2, how long could I have fallen for his lies if I hadn’t come home early?


Justin’s POV

When Sarah had come in she started screaming at me, she wouldn’t let me explain, she wouldn’t let me see her, she made me go into my room. It

had been about 30 minutes since Emily had left before Sarah came in, I texted Emily, I called her, she didn’t answer any of them. I couldn’t imagine

what she thought when she saw Amber all over me. As much as I had been spouting about trust and now I was sure she thought it was all lies.

After I heard Emily’s door slam shut I quietly opened my own, as soon as I did I could hear her sobs coming from behind her closed door. Every

sound was like a dagger in my heart, I had caused the pain she was in now, and I hadn’t even meant to do anything. I sat down outside her door, and

leaned against the wall. Listening to her cry was pure torture and I sat there and subjected myself to it as punishment, if she was going to be in

pain, so was I. The tears ran freely down my face as I listened to her for nearly an hour.

The door opened and Sarah came out and shut the door behind her before noticing me. When her eyes connected with him, pure rage showed there.

I expected screaming but she wouldn’t she pointed to my room and went in first. I joined my sister in my room, finally hoping to be able to explain. I

shut the door behind me.

“Sarah wait,” I started.

“No you wait, how, just HOW could you?!” She raged at me.

“I didn’t, please, let me explain.” She stopped for a moment and studied my face.

“Fine, 1 minute, go now,”

“Amber had been bugging me for a day or 2 to come over, I told her no, I told her I never wanted to see her again. I told Emily about that

even. But she showed up here tonight, just before Emily did, I told her no again and that I had a girlfriend and she freaked out and just jumped on me

and started kissing me,” I paused to watch my sisters expression, “I pushed her off me and kicked her the hell out of the house. Please, Sarah, I have

to fix this, I cant let her be in pain, please help me, I love her.” Sarah’s eyes rose in shock at my last declaration, and I had shocked myself a bit

finally admitting it out loud.

“She thinks you have been playing her this entire time, that it has all been one big lie.” Sarah told me, my heart sank, I had figured she

thought something like that but to know that she now thinks everything I said was a lie, hurt, like hell. Sarah watched my face intently, trying to

see my reaction to her words, “I am going to go talk to her, and I will let you talk to her, but only when she’s ready.”

Sarah left my room, and I sank to the floor and let a few more tears flow.


Emily’s POV

Sarah was going to go get me some water, to see if I could stop crying, but when she came back she had no water. She sat down next to me and

rubbed my back.

“I talked to him, I do not think it is as bad as you think it is.” She started. I nodded slightly saying I wanted to hear it. “He says there

was a girl that was calling, and she came here tonight.” At this I sobbed harder. “He told her he didn’t want to see her, he told her about you, and

he said she freaked out and just started kissing him, that he pushed her away and threw her out, but that was just after you ran off, you walked in at

the worst possible time.” I continued to sob, “he didn’t lie to you, whatever has gone on between you this week, its all been true, he cares about

you, he’s been outside your door crying along with you. He wants to talk to you, is that ok?” I waited a couple of minutes before nodding.

I heard Sarah go out the door, and someone walk back in and shut the door. I kept my face buried in my pillow. I could tell he was near my

side of the bed. I heard him kneel down next to me.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered I could barely hear him, he sounded like he was in as much pain as I was. I turned to look at him slightly, I

blinked several times clearing the tears from my eyes. His face was streaked with tears, I hadn’t even known he was capable of crying. The pain on his

face I knew mirrored my own. I could see him cringe slightly when I looked at him, I don’t know if that was at the pain on my face or I just looked

terrible. “I’m so sorry,” he said again slightly louder, he hesitantly raised his hand to my face, “I never wanted to hurt you, I swear I never wanted

to hurt you.” I saw more tears slide down his face as he said this. He gently made contact with my face with just the tip of his finger and wiped a

tear from my face. “I don’t know how much Sarah told you, but I swear I did not want to kiss her, she jumped on me, and I was surprised, it lasted

only like 3 seconds and that was when you came in, I didn’t even kiss her back. If you never trust me again I will understand.” Again more tears slid

down his face. Oddly I wondered at that this time why men cried differently than women, I sob, until my throat feels like its going to bleed and he

has a couple tears run down his face, is it the same? Watching the tears fall on his face for some reason it seemed to represent the same amount of

pain as my painful sobbing. I reached my hand up and placed it on his. I saw hope flash across face but disappear just as quickly when I removed his

hand from my face. It hurt to hurt him.

“I need to be alone for a while,” I said and turned back into my pillow. It took him a minute to get off of my floor, but I heard a small sob

escape him, so he can sob. But the small sound hurt me more than I would have guessed. I nearly called him back to me but I let him leave my room.

Sarah came back into my room laid down with me and turned the lamp off on my end table and stayed with me all night.


Justin’s POV

I went back to my room, and I think I cried harder than I ever had before. This evening had started with me bored and eager for my girlfriend

to come home to my arms, and ended with me broken on my bed without a girlfriend without single shred of happiness. I replayed the night in my head,

over and over, what could I have done to avoid having that bitch kiss me, what could I have done to stop Emily’s pain. What I wouldn’t have given to

stop her pain. I would take it all and more if she could be happy. I don’t know what I could have done to stop what happened, and in a way that made

it so much worse. Emily hadn’t necessarily rejected my apology but she didn’t accept it either, and I felt utterly rejected.

I was sure, now that I had tasted the amazing bliss that life was with her in it I would not be able to go back to that zombie like life I had

before her. I needed her, I couldn’t explain it, and when those people on TV and in movies would say that I would roll my eyes, but now I knew, it was

really truly a need, she was my air, my food, my warmth, what would I do now? I cried myself to sleep for the first time ever. I would wake myself up

reaching for her, and finding air.


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