his arms

“Who the fuck did this to you?” Without hesitation, Justin stepped closer to her, his hand reaching towards the bruise again. “D-did I do this to you?” He stuttered out. Knowing he was on the verge of violence earlier, he had to make sure his drunken rage didn’t cause this.

TURNING TABLES: CHAPTER 13 (x)

Walking closer to her, something else caught Justin’s eye. His vision focused on her her neck. “What’s this?” Reaching towards her, he patiently took his time pulling pieces of stray hair to the other side of her neck. With this, he revealed a large black and blue that spread from the side of her neck, down to the middle of her shoulder. He was in complete shock, having never seen something this bad. Mikayla winced in pain as his finger tips interacted with her skin. Justin glanced at her, then back at the bruise a couple of times as his finger gently brushed over it, moving the fabric of her shirt out of the way. “What the hell happened?” 

Sliding her hand along her face, she scrubbed her bare skin, removing any make up that remained. She did this for the rest of her body. Looking down at herself, it all began to hit her. This was the worst abuse she’s ever suffered from. As time passed by, the newly formed bruises began to get darker, and as the makeup flowed off her body, the old bruises began to get clearer. 

“Sh…” Justin whispered, trailing kisses up her back. He felt horrible, knowing he couldn’t do anything to make her feel better. He didn’t even know the full story, but he knew right now wasn’t the time to ask. Rolling himself off the bed, he walked around and stood in front of her, watching her. Seeing this girl cry was a sight he never wanted to see again. She was perfect; the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on. Someone so beautiful and charming should never have to feel this way. No one deserved this much pain, especially her. Climbing himself back onto the bed, he wrapped his arms around her waist again, pulling her in-between his legs. “Sh…” He said again, holding her against his chest. After a few minutes, he noticed her cries began to fade. “Mik, come on.” He spoke softly, leaning himself back so he could look at her. Removing one of his hands from her waist, he rubbed his thumb gently against her skin, wiping away stray tears. He pressed his lips against hers, giving her a gentle kiss. “You’re going to be okay, I promise.”

• TURNING TABLES: Chapter 13 (x)

@hoogs: #saturday @justinbieber

rock your body