Blurred Perfection. 69: One Last Tear.

Hi guys! Not much to say here... Just that I'm sorry(cause I know that you're getting impatient with me, I would be too) but I'm the only one posting my stories! I want someone else to join and help, hopefully that's you):

*YOUR POV*

I woke up laying in the backseat of Justin's car. The tinted windows made it dark inside and I sat up to just barely see Justin gripping the wheel as we drove down the road. I scratched my head and yawned. Oh, that's right, we were coming back from that...

"Thanks for getting me out of there." I said quietly.

He turned around as we stopped at a light and reached back to touch my thigh. He gracefully brushed my thigh and smiled slightly.

"We couldn't stay, there was nothing left for us there."

We arrived back at his house and of course, flashes were everywhere. The paparazzi's weren't usually at his house in such big numbers, but they had found out about the funeral and my mom's death. What had happened at my house was still confidential, but there were still rumors. And half of the rumors were that justin abused me, I couldn't believe that people thought that. We covered our faces as we stepped inside to get some privacy for once.

I sat down on the steps near-by and just cried... again. I couldn't believe it, still. Being tired didn't help it when i cried. Justin picked me up bridal style and brought me upstairs to our bed. He set me down gently, took off my heels, and helped me out of my dress. It was like I was a little kid and he was helping me because I couldn't help myself yet. I laid on the bed in my silk pajamas, on my side. I put my hands under my head and just stared blankly at the wall. Tears fell from my eyes continuously, but no noise came from me, not even sniffles. Justin knelt down on my side of the bed and kissed my forehead. He brushed my hair back before staring into my eyes. 

"I love you. Now get some rest, you deserve it." he said before standing up and walking toward the door.

"Wait, Justin."

He turned around and stayed as I spoke. I tried to find the right words, but it was so hard to speak. I sat up a bit, leaning on my arm, and wiped away my tears.

"W-Will you lay with me?" I asked quietly.

He took a deep breath and slipped off his shirt before sneaking under the duvet behind me and cuddling with me. I just needed someone, to go through this with me. I knew Justin could be that someone and he was that someone. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, but it was impossible with so many things on my mind.

"I'm sorry for putting you through this." I whispered as my eyelids eased down.

I knew that he had heard me, but there was no need for words. One last tear fell from my eye as I shut my Wes and doses off, not peacefully.

A few hours went by and I woke up to Justin no where to be found in the room. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, makeup getting all over my hands. I looked around a bit, but he wasn't even in the room. I slowly got out of bed and went to the bathroom before heading downstairs. I heard Justin's angelic voice, echoing through the house as I took my last step down the long flight of stairs. I peeked around the corner into the kitchen to see Justin cooking for us. I glanced up at a clock to see that it was already 5:00pm. I'd slept for over half the day, and the other half was spent crying. I watched as Justin sang and cooked and danced at the same time. It made me smile, he was one of the only things that could. I walked into the kitchen and snuck up behind Justin, wrapping my arms around his torso. I could tell that he was surprised by the way he jumped a little.

"Good evening, beautiful." he whispered as I rested my head on his nice, warm, toned back.

Of course, he was still shirtless as we spoke. I guess that made me a little more happy than normal too.

"What are ya making?" I asked, sitting down on the counter by the stove.

"I'm making us chicken, with rice and salad as sides." he smiled.

"Mmm, sounds good."

I hopped off the counter and stood on my toes, kissing his cheek gently before disappearing out of the room to find my laptop. I hadn't been on it since, well forever ago. I brought it back to the kitchen and set it on the counter, finding a seat myself. I sat cross-legged on the counter with my laptop in front of me. Justin just laughed at me and shook his head. I knew that after all of this, I shouldn't go online, but I was fine. Twitter was blowing up with pictures from the hospital, to us at the house, to us at the funeral.

People were literally going crazy about it. The tabloids were full of rumors and stories of why I was in the hospital. Some said because my mom was there, others said because I had problems in general, and like I said before, the Justin abusing me ones which were far away from what happened.. I just ignored them and shut my laptop with a loud thud.

I rested my head on my hands on the counter as i leaned forward and watched Justin cook and dance. He turned to me when he got a break and set down his utensils.

"Something wrong, baby?" he asked.

"No, just the whole hospital thing. There's so many rumors! And everyone's talking about the funeral..."

"Maybe you should tell your fans that your okay, I mean they are probably worried sick."

I considered the idea as I got up and went to find my phone upstairs. I took a few pictures of myself, but how was I supposed to explain the bandage on my hand, or the bruising on my neck? In the pictures, I wore spandex and a sports bra, just so that people could see what I went through. I kept the pictures and decided to think about it for awhile before I knew what to do.

I went downstairs, to see Justin still cooking, almost done. I took a picture of him, and posted it on Instagram saying: @justinbieber slaving over a hot stove just for me<3.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he turned around, preparing our plates.

"Oh nothing!" I said as I helped him set the table.

We sat down together, him on one side of the table, me on the exact opposite, eating our chicken, rice, and salad. We ate in silence, but there was one thing that I wanted to get off of my chest...

What do you think that (YN)'s gunna say?

-Ana.