Texas Girl (Pt 35)

WARNING: lots of swearing. A good reason though.... :0

Drew's POV
I chewed on my fingernails and tapped my feet on the soft blue sofa, hugging my favourite seahorse cushion with the hand that wasn't being gnawed off.
"Just call her. What's so freaky about it?" Justin asked, standing beside me with a confused expression over his angelic face. "How do I tell her I went away with my friend and came back with my boyfriend? She's gonna know something happened. You know... That sort of something" I widened my eyes, thinking of the look my Mamaw would give me if she found out the things I had been doing. The things Justin and I had been doing... "She ain't stupid Justin" I continued.
He sighed, picking up the phone and dialling a number. "What are you doing?" I asked suspiciously, hoping my superstitions were nothing other than silly little thoughts from too much Malibu sun. Or maybe it's something in the air. Justin's words told me I wasn't mad. I was right. "Hi Mrs. Texas, this is Justin". Oh god no. I sprung up off the sofa, trying to snatch the phone away from him. He chuckled and replied to something my Mamaw had said "Oh I'm great, you?". I was so god damn short. He jumped up on the sofa as he chatted, laughing at something my Mamaw had replied with. I stretched up on my toes, just able to scratch the phone with my finger nail before he jerked away. "I'm calling because Drew and I are coming back to Texas" - momentary pause - "Yeah, we're dating now".
I am going to kill him.
He jumped down from the sofa and speedily walked away from me, beginning to laugh sexily at my pathetic attempts to shut him up. Fine. That's it.
I pounced on his back, making him "Whoa" and tumble to the ground, me on top of him. "One second Annie" he said, before holding one hand over the speaker. "Jesus Christ Drew you could have killed me!" he half laughed, half exclaimed. "You wouldn't give me the phone" I shrugged, my face smug. Haha. Take that Biebs. "And I'm still not gonna give you the phone, and I-".
"Hold up you called my Mamaw Annie?".
"Yeah".
"Why?" I gasped.
"Cause when she found out you were dating a hot sex god she bowed down to me" he chuckled, and that clearly was NOT what had happened. I punched him in the bicep. Crud I should have known better. "Owww" I shook my hand about as my knuckles began to ache. "Told you I was a hot sexy ass bitch" he winked, a wild grin on his face. "Shut up you ass" I stuck my tongue out, managing to sneakily snatch the phone from his grip.
"Mamaw, hi" I said into the speaker.
"Oh hi darlin! How y'all doing out there in Malibu?" she giggled. My Mamaw is like, eighty, and she can still giggle. What a woman.
"Great, great. It's uh, just dandy". Wow three seconds talking to a Texas Girl and I'm back as one myself. I haven't said "Dandy" since I left.
"Look, about what Justin said..." massive gulp "That we're dating... Uh, it's true" I stuttered shakily.
"It was so obvious he had the hots for you the first time he came around".
"Really?" a guilty smile crossed my face as Justin ran his hands slowly up and down my thighs.
"Yuhuh. He was always staring at your uh, your... Your butt" she struggled to find an appropriate word.
"Oh my god, no way!".
"Yes!".
"I'm gonna kill him".
"He's probably doing it right now sweetie".
"Oh uh, no need to worry about that Mamaw. I'm always on top of him". Literally. Literally, literally. Like properly on top of him. She didn't catch my drift though ;) thank god. Justin did, and laughed as he sat up, pressing annoying little kisses up my arms and shoulders. Ugh. He's so annoying. "One second Mamaw" I said sweetly, before covering the speaker and staring down at Justin. He continued to kiss my collarbone and neck lightly, teasingly, oblivious of my deathly stare.
"Justin".
"Mhmmmm".
"Don't just dip your toe in the metaphorical pool of my neck. either kiss me or don't" I stated the truth as he pulled back to listen.
"The pool of your neck?".
"Yes, the metaphorical pool of my neck. Stop dipping and start swimmin'" I told him firmly.
"But I'm too cold to go swimming".
"Not literally swimming ya dumb ass, just if you're going to kiss me there, kiss me properly otherwise I'm gonna have to hit you with the hang up button" I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Ooh. I don't like the sound of that".
"Then stop talking, and start kissing" I giggled, removing my hand unknowingly from the receiver and taking his head in my hand. "Whatever you say baby" he chuckled, pressing his lips lovingly to my throat. I let him brush his way along my neck, finding the perfect spot to latch his lips on and suck softly. A gentle, low moan escaped my lips, making him chuckle and stop.
"Do you have any idea how much of a turn off that is?" I tried to laugh, but it was difficult when he'd just snapped my pleasure in two. "I'm sorry, I just thought you should know... You've got your grandma on hold, and your hand isn't over the reciever any more, so, she just heard you moan and talk about getting turned off" he laughed softly with a sympathetic smile.
OH. MY. BIEBER.
My jaw dropped, blood rose to my cheeks in a blush that I was afraid would never leave my face, permanently scarred with the embarrassment. I slowly but surely lifted the phone back up to my ear.
"Mamaw?".
"Yes Drew?".
"Tell me you didn't hear any of that".
"Ok, I didn't hear any of that".
"Now say it like you mean it".
".... I can't do that".
I will never recover from the pure shame and embarrassment I feel right now.

"Even though driving Usher's Ferrari was nice, I really have missed my Range Rover" Justin grinned as he changed gear, driving down a small Texas lane. "And even though I love Malibu, I really have missed Texas" I giggled, resting my head on the seat and letting the warm air from the open window wash over my face.
Ah. Good old Texas breeze. It was coming to the end of winter, and the sun always came out early in Apple Springs, ready for Christmas. I couldn't wait to get home. I wanted to jump into Poppa's arms and hear India squealing at the sight of Mamaw.
Pattie and India sat in the back, both asleep from the long, tiring flight. I still managed to keep my eyes open, as I wanted to be awake when we got home. I knew Justin would be too nice to wake me, and would carry me to my bed or something, and I'd miss out on the massive welcome home hug I knew Mamaw was getting ready for me. It was going to be perfect. Like one of those running into each other's arms moments from the movies.
Justin turned down onto my lane, and I literally had to stop myself from bouncing around in my seat. "You excited?" Justin asked as he drove, being careful to avoid the famous pothole. "A little" I shrugged, trying to act casual. "A little? Drew you look like you're about to win a million bucks. Sure you're not gonna forget about me?" he chuckled, and I could see the ranch about a hundred feet away. "I could never forget about you. Even if I tried" I smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek a few times. "Well, do me a favour and don't test the theory" he half-heartedly laughed, easing down the dusty lane.
I wanted to tell him to floor it, and speed down the lane, but I didn't want to seem too eager. Too late.
Wait... Wait... Hold on... What... What is that? That's not... It can't be. My heart began to pound so hard it made my chest vibrate, my breathing was quick and sharp, as I shook my head, wishing for it to be some sort of illusion or mirage. "Who's car is that?" Justin asked as he put the car into park outside the stables.
It's real. It's actually there. I'm not seeing things. No..... No.... This can't be happening. Not now. Not when everything is so perfect.
Justin was speaking to me, but I couldn't hear him. All I saw was my Mamaw and Poppa walking out of the house and down from the patio, followed by a woman with dark brown, wavy hair, down to her waist. She wore a red and white check shirt and faded blue denim shorts. Her cowboy hat slung on and old cowboy boots clicking on the dusty floor as the three made their way out into the yard to greet us. "Drew who is that woman?".
I ignored him. I got out of the car, slamming the door shut.
"Drew, uh, look who's home!" my Mamaw tried to smile at me, opening her arms for a hug. I walked right past her, jaw clenched, hands balled into fists. "Drew, think what you're about to do. It's not smart" Poppa warned me as I stormed past him too. Justin had got out of the car, Pattie holding India as he followed me over to the woman.
I stood in front of her, my face blank as hers lit up in a gentle, familiar smile. "Drew, honey-". That was all it took. I swung my fist, punching her right in the nose. She groaned and staggered back, collapsing to the floor as my other family members gasped. "Don't you dare call me honey" I screamed at her, having to hold myself back from doing it again. I spat on the floor in front of her as she looked up at me innocently. Justin's voice was the only one to address me, everyone else too petrified to tell me to do anything. "Drew, Jesus calm down" he furrowed his brow, stepping towards me. I spun around to face him "Don't you dare tell me to calm down! You wanna know who this is Justin? Do ya?".
"Yeah, frankly".
"This whore is my Mother!" I screamed, pointing at the woman as she clambered up from the floor. "This is the skank-ass bitch that ran out on me when I was twelve years old. I don't wanna fuckin' calm down, and I'm not gonna, until I beat the fuckin' shit out of her!" I screamed, getting angrier by the second. I lunged for her again, but Justin secured my arms behind my back, stopping my from injuring her any more. "Drew stop it! Stop it!" he yelled as I flailed my legs around in the air, trying my best to get out of his grip.
"Anna? Anna what's going on?".
I knew that voice. I stopped struggling. I let Justin restrain me.
Out of the house, walked the worst sight I had ever seen. His face was dark and stubbly, a permanent shadow beneath his eyes as if he was always drunk, his hair was short and black, eyes the same menacing colour. He was a devil in human form. Phil.
"Drew..." he smiled softly, as if he was thrilled to see me. He probably was. But for a different reason than everybody thought. Justin let go of me, thinking I had calmed down. Phil opened his arms and came towards me for a hug. No.
I screamed in terror, stumbling back away from him and into Justin's arms. I was immediately in tears, hugging Justin so tight I thought he might explode. "Don't let him touch me. Please, please..." I sobbed into his shoulder, willing he'd understand. "What? Drew what's wrong?" he asked me, hugging me around the waist as people watched on, confused. Mamaw came up to me, looking at my crying face "She's probably just overwhelmed, she needs some sleep. Give her some space guys. Justin..." my Mamaw smiled softy at me, giving Justin the queue to take me to my bedroom. He began to lead me inside, when I cried again "No you can't leave me alone with him here" I sobbed as Justin gently tugged me past Phil, who stood innocently on the porch. "Drew... Come on. I'm not leaving you, it's ok" he reassured me, leading me through the house and to my bedroom. Chatter arose behind us, people telling Phil that "I was just upset with him for re-marrying my Mom". Yes, he's not my actual Dad. Thank god. "Anna are you alright?" they asked my Mom, placing a caring hand on her fore-arm.
I looked away, finding this too bad to be real. What had I done to deserve this? Justin shut the door behind the two of us, me still hugging him around the neck and crying my eyes out. He placed his hands at the backs of my thighs, lifting me easily into his arms and walking me to my bed.
He placed me down on the covers, letting me snuggle down into my pillow as he sat beside me. I immediately sat up and pulled him further onto the bed. He leant against the headboard, my body between his legs and my head on his chest as I continued to cry. He ran his hands through my hair over and over again, eventually putting me into a deep, daunting sleep.

If you do know what's so creepy about Phil, keep it to yourself because others might not know. Don't guess either. U'll probs be right xD :) xxx