Blurred Perfection. 57: Getting Away.

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*YOUR POV*

"What happened downstairs?" I asked Justin as I quietly shut the door and sat next to him on the bed.

"Well, your dad doesn't like me... at all. And he said that after Thanksgiving, he wants me out of his life, and yours."

"No! He can't do that!"

"Don't worry, he won't do that." he comforted me.

I calmed myself and laid my head on his chest. There was no way that my dad could take him away from me, no, it just wasn't happening.

"He said that there'll be consequences. But he can't do anything to me, I'll beat his ass."

"Justin no, this can't be taken that far. You don't know my-"

"I don't care. He can't take you away from me. Nobody can."

I smiled at the fact that Justin was showing his protective side. It made me feel better to know that he would give up everything just for me. I sat there as he rubbed my back.

He told me about how my dad had said that we weren't aloud to kiss or touch, but I completely ignored that as I kissed him continuously. There was nothing my dad could do to keep us apart. We both laughed and it soon became late, the sun was starting to set. I heard the door creak open and we both turned our attention to the other side of the room. I kept my head on Justin's chest and my dad just glared at us.

"Here's your pillow and blanket, I expect you to stay in the guest room tonight." my dad said, throwing the stuff on the floor.

"Dad, we sleep in the same bed."

"Not while you’re here."

I stood up and Justin grabbed my arm.

"It's fine, let it go." he whispered in my ear.

I shook off his hand and walked over to my dad, standing just inches away from him. His tall figure intimidated me, but I forced my self to not be scared.

He peered down on me and grinded his teeth together before exiting the room and slamming the door. If Justin wasn't there, he would've hit me. I could just tell.

We both changed into comfy clothes before Justin got ready to leave and go downstairs. I really didn't want him to leave, but I didn't bother begging because I knew what would happen if he did.

"Can we take my mom to your house tomorrow?"

"To my house?" Justin asked confused as he stood by the door.

"Yeah, I need some alone time with her. But I can't do it here, my dad is going to be here all day."

"That's fine." he said as he kissed my forehead and held my body close to his.

I stood in his arms for a few minutes before he left and disappeared down the darkness of the hall. I felt so alone and scared without sleeping in the same bed with him. We always had and after this, we always will.

I got up before Justin, of course, and helped my mom make breakfast. We stood in the kitchen as she fried the eggs and I popped the bread in the toaster. I turned to her and she smiled at me and set the spatula down.

"Me, and you, and Justin are going to go shopping today okay?" I told her with a smile.

"But-"

"No buts, you need a girls day out and Justin is going to cater to our every want."

She smiled and I got her to agree. She was so stubborn sometimes about leaving this horrid house, but I had to make her.

We all ate breakfast quietly, no talking this time, and finished quickly. It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. I felt awkward, but I didn't bother talking even after we finished eating.

"So dad," I said as I wiped my face, "us three are going shopping today. So you can have the house to yourself!" I smiled at him.

He didn't look to pleased. I would be if I got the whole freaking house to myself for a full day, who wouldn't!?

"Why doesn't Justin stay here? We could bond a little."

I saw Justin's jaw tighten as he stared at my dad. I was taken back by his sexy jawline, I think my mom noticed too. They did not like each other at all. It was like an intense staredown from across the table.

"I'm having Justin cater to us while were out." I said as I got up and brought my plate to the kitchen.

My dad followed me close behind, leaving my mom and Justin to finish up eating. The door to the kitchen slammed shut and I stood at the counter, rinsing off my plate. I closed my eyes, hoping for no comments on breakfast.

"I don't like Justin, you shouldn't be with him, he's bad for you."

I felt his warm breath on my neck as he stood close behind me. I swiftly turned around to face his tall figure. My breathing increased as I held onto the counter, standing just inches away from him.

"We've been together for a year now and there's nothing you can do about it. I love him and you can't say anything to change that."

He grabbed my wrist and twisted it in his big hands. I winced at the pain. My eyes closed shut as he twisted past my limits.

"Your hurting me." I barely mumbled, my teeth clamped together and he didn't loosen his grip.

"Look. I don't want you around him, whether I'm around or not."

"You can't control me. You can't control my life anymore."

I wriggled my wrist of his, just barely getting past him. I walked out of the kitchen and greeted my mom and Justin with a weak smile. They both stood with there plates left on the table and smiled back at me.

"Well should we go?" I said, my voice more cheery than it was just minutes ago.

They nodded and we left the house immediately. I got in the drivers seat, Justin in the passenger, my mom in the back. I was glad to be out of that house finally.

We drove for about twenty minutes before my mom realized we weren't in LA anymore. I looked in my mirror and she looked worried.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as she stared out the window.

"We aren't actually shopping mom. I'm taking you to Justin's house. We needed to talk, but in private."

"I'm not-"

"Mom stop!" I yelled as we came to a stop at a light.

She quieted down and Justin glanced over at my hands. I pulled down my sleeve quickly before taking off again, to cover up my wrist.

"What did he do to you?" Justin asked.

I glanced at him and then back at the road, trying not to make any sort of eye contact. My arm just had to happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Ugh!

"Nothing, he didn't do anything." I lied.

I was so used to covering up my bruises with lies, it just came naturally. I thought that maybe it'd work, but by the way Justin sat, it didn't.

"He fucking hurt you." Justin mumbled.

His jaw tensed up again and he leaned his head on his hand which he leaned on the door. I took deep breaths and blinked a few times.

"Just leave it alone." I pleaded.

It was like he could sense everything I was thinking.

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