Texas Girl (Pt 36)

WARNING: Swearing. So uh, yeah. Swaggie.

WARNING WARNING: This part could possibly blow your mind.

Justin's POV
I stayed awake while Drew slept.
She was making no sense. One minute, she was violently angry with her Mother, and the next, she was crying and begging me "Not to let him touch her". What the hell did that mean?
As I ran the memory through my mind for the five-hundredth time, I noticed Drew's sleeping face screw up into a painful frown. Before I could do anything to console her, she let out a petrified scream, and began clawing at her throat and chest. I pushed myself up off the headboard, laying her out flat on the bed as I tried to shake her awake. "Drew! Drew!" I called out as she continued to scream at the top of her lungs. Something horriying must be running through her mind right now. I've never seen her this scared before.
My attempts of bringing her to consciousness succeeded, her cloud grey eyes shooting open in shock. Her screams turned into heavy, sharp breaths, her eyes tearing up. "Oh Drew..." I sighed, pulling her up and holding her close to my chest as she cried softly. "Drew, did you have a bad dream?". Oh well thank you Captain Obvious. What a brilliant input on this tragic conversation. "Mhmm" she mumbled into my collarbone, hand tugging at the V of my black t-shirt. "Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked gently, trying to keep her calm and cool. I ran my hand up and down her arms as she pulled back to kneel in front of me. She thought about my question for a moment, wiping away the warm, salty tears that clung to her cheeks. "I can't" she muttered after a while, getting up on her knees to lean forward and hug me around the neck. I smoothed my hands lovingly up and down her waist, trying to make her feel the slightest bit better. "Babe you can trust me. I promise I won't tell anyone" I reassured her as I held onto her little shaking body. "I can't... I can't" she cried again, letting me pull her into my lap. "Well whatever it is, I promise you I'm here".
"You can't leave me" she sobbed quietly.
"I'm not going to. Ever".
"Please...". I waited patiently for her to finish her sentence, thinking it would be something that could help me figure out why she was acting like this.
"I don't want him to do it again.... Justin I'm scared". Huh?
"Do what again baby? What's he going to do again? Who? Why are you scared?" I bombarded her with questions, but she'd stopped answering.
She just curled up in a ball on my lap, crying her beautiful eyes out, mascara running down her cheeks and pink lips quivering.
I pulled her up to my lips, giving her a few soft kisses to calm her down. "Shh" I soothed her softly, kissing along her cheek and jaw as she took in short, sharp breaths from so much crying. I worked my way down her neck, pressing deep, lingering kisses to all the places I knew she liked my lips the most. Her breathing soon returned to normal, and I laid her out flat on the bed, continuing to kiss her warm body until she fell back asleep.

"Drew, baby wake up" I crouched by the bed and whispered in her ear. Her eyes slid slowly open, a gentle smile breaking out on her face when she saw it was me waking her. "Hi Justin" she smiled softy. "Hi" I chuckled, "You seem a lot happier, are you?" I asked, hoping the answer would be yes. "Mhmm" she nodded, the duvet wrapped right around her neck, all tucked in and snug, just the way I had left it.
"Good. You hungry?".
"A little". She's not gonna like this.
"You wanna come have dinner?".
"Is my Mom gonna be there?".
"Uh... Yeah".
"Then no" she fake smiled, before turning over and ignoring me by pulling the covers high over her head. "Drew you can't just pretend she doesn't exist" I sighed, standing up and trying to pull the covers off her. She brought them down from her face to say "Watch me" but then returned to her hidden state.
That's it.
"Ok, fine. If you don't get your ass out of that bed and in the dining room right now, I will" I said firmly, completely serious.
"Fuck you" she spat from under the duvet. "Alright, don't say I didn't warn you" I shrugged, before whipping the covers right off of her. She gave me a death glare, clinging onto her pyjama-clad body. She looked down at what she was wearing. Her dark green hippy pyjama trousers and the matching tie-dye tee. "Did you put me in pyjamas?" she asked, furrowing her brow, her nasty nature dissolving in a second. "Yeah" I stated, having the feeling she was trying to change the subject. "Oh thanks, these are my favourites" she smiled truthfully, smoothing her hand over the soft fabric. "I know they are, and you're welcome" I smirked, before grabbing her body and throwing her over my shoulder. "Ugh! Justin put me down! I am not eating dinner with that skank" she spat as I carried her to the bathroom. "Don't use the word skank Drew" I told her off, holding back a chuckle.
"Fine, she's a whore then" she stated simply.
I reached the bathroom and set her down on the counter top. "Stop swearing. It's not like you" I said seriously. She shied away from my harsh stare, mumbling quietly "What are we even doing in here?". I didn't say anything, I just rummaged through the cabinet until I found make-up wipes.
I stood in front of her and gently wiped away the mascara that had escaped from her lashes and run down her cheeks. "Oh right... I probably look a wreck" she tried to laugh, but I could tell she was feeling lost and insecure. "Hey" I mumbled, lifting her chin up with my thumb and finger, "You're beautiful" I smiled, pecking her lips as she blushed.
I continued to wipe off the make-up until her face was fresh and clean. "There. Gorgeous" I grinned, helping her jump down from the counter. "Come on, dinner time" I chuckled, making her groan. I took her hand and led her out of the bathroom, and she began to resist as I took her down the hall. She leant back, making it even harder for me to drag her along. "Drew, come on" I said firmly, trying to reason with her. "No. I'm not going in there" she said, her voice strained from having so much difficulty.
"Yes you are".
"No, I'm not".
"Fine". I stopped pulling and threw her over my shoulder again, ignoring the rude words and curses she shouted at me. I sauntered right into the dining room, making everybody stop in their motions. "Hey everybody. Sorry we're late. Drew was being lazy" I smiled, before placing her down on the floor. She stood reluctantly beside me,arms folded across her chest. "Drew, take a seat" I smirked at her, pulling out the seat opposite her Mother, and beside India and her Pops. I went around the other side of the table where Anna and Phil sat, and being the perfect boyfriend (Even though I already wasn't fond of the woman who ditched Drew when she was twelve), formally introduced myself. "Hi, I'm Justin, it's very nice to meet you Mrs. Texas" I smiled. "Why do you look so familiar?" she furrowed her brow as we shook hands. "Oh my gosh! You're Justin Bieber aren't you?" she gasped. "Yeah, I am" I chuckled. "Oh call me Anna, nobody calls me Mrs. Texas any more" she smiled, as I went to shake Phil's hand.
"You ever think its because you're not part of the Texas family any more?" Drew said, pushing her food around her plate. The family politely ignored her comment as I introduced myself to Phil. "It's nice to meet you Sir" I smiled.
"You too Justin".
I took the empty seat next to her Mamaw as the room fell silent. Phil began to make conversation, "So Drew, are you and Justin dating?" he asked politely, adding to the only other noise of knives and forks clinking. Drew stared him down, pursing her lips before she spoke "Yeah. We are" she stated. "Oh that's so cute" her Mother swooned, "Did you fancy her when you met Justin?" she grinned at me. "Mom!" Drew whined, giving her that classic teenager tone. "What? I'm intrigued!" she smiled, turning back to me for my answer. "Yeah I did, I love her" my words made both Drew and I blush as her family "Awwwed".
We lapsed back into silence, until Anna spoke up. "Justin, you must have been to lots of places in the world, being famous and all. Where's your favourite?" she said as we all came to the end of our meal. "I really like Malibu" I grinned, glancing over at Drew, who was smiling at my words. "Oh Drew! Doesn't Malibu sound amazing?" Anna turned to her daughter, trying to make friendly conversation.
"I've been there".
"You have?".
Oh God. Drew looked really angry right now. "Yeah, Justin took me. We stayed at Usher's beach house" she fake-smiled.
"Oh that sounds amazin' darlin'! What did you do?".
"Lost my virginity".
Holy shit. I dropped my fork, along with everyone else at the table. All eyes were on me. Ah crud. "She's joking" I smiled, making everybody except Drew breathe a sigh of relief and start laughing.
"No I'm not. Justin and me had sex" Drew continued, staring at her Mother with a fake pleasant look on her face. You could tell inside she was fuming.
Oh wow. Everybody was silent again. This is the most awkward dinner I have ever had. I sat innocently as everybody looked at me.
Anna looked sympathetic.
Phil looked awkward.
Drew's Grandma looked as if it was no shock.
Drew looked proud of herself.
Her Grandpa looked like he wanted to shoot me.
"Oh come on Pops, they're teenagers. Stop giving him the glare" Anna laughed at her Father. Right now Drew's Mom is awesome. "I'll glare at the boy all I want" he muttered quietly, going back to his food. "So how did it happen Drew?" Anna turned to her daughter. Now her Mom is my least favourite person. Drew wasn't stupid enough to tell her that the first time we had sex I was drunk and - still - didn't remember it, was she? "Alright that's enough, poor Justin is getting a hammering from Drew and you Anna, cut it out, let's move on so the guy can at least enjoy dessert" Annie, Drew's Mamaw spoke up. And thank God for Mamaw. "Let it be pie" I prayed aloud, making everyone laugh. I'm such a suck up. "Oh it's pie. Cherry pie" Mamaw grinned at me as she went to fetch the sugary dessert.
India swirled her fork around her plate, messing up the food into a pile of mush. "Indie, don't play with your food babe" Drew told her, giving her daughter a stern look. "You've gotta tell her that she won't get dessert if she plays with her food" Anna pitched in.
Oh no.
"Don't tell me how to raise my daughter".
"What?" Anna asked, having misheard her.
"I said, don't tell me how to raise India. You did a pretty crappy job of raising a child, so shut up, and butt out" Drew snapped, making her Mother take a deep breath and not say anything more. "She's just trying to help you Drew" Phil said simply. I sat and watched, knowing this wasn't going to go down very well. "I don't need help. I don't need any of your help. Why have you even come back?" Drew narrowed her eyes, leaning across the table. They said nothing in reply. Her Mother looked guilty as hell. "If you came for me, you've wasted your time. You've had four years to come back. Guess what?" she said, speaking her mind, "You're too late" she spat, getting up from the table and walking out.
I couldn't leave her go off like that. I got up and followed her without another word. The noise of a door slamming and being locked made me end up outside her bedroom.
I knocked a few times.
"Drew...? Drew can I come in?".
No answer. Just shuffling.
"Drew come on. Open up".
Again, nothing.
Suddenly, the door flew open, and Drew was dressed in shorts and a baggy blue denim shirt over a plain white tee, hair in a messy bun and a grey duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She stormed past me and through the living room, out onto the patio. I kept up at a fast pace, only able to grab her by the wrist when we were alone beside my Range Rover. "Drew! Where are you going?" I asked her, trying to stay calm and adapt to the insane situation. "Take me to your house" she demanded, before realising she was being rude and adding a "Please" on the end. "No. Not until you tell me why you're acting so weird".
"Justin this really isn't the time. Take me to your house".
"No".
"Justin!".
"Drew you're acting like a..." I began, but stopped myself on that sentence to make another. "You're not being you" I said softly, calming myself once more.
"I can't be me. Not when I'm petrified every time he talks to me".
"Who? Every time who talks to you?".
"Phil! It's Phil! He scares the fucking crap out of me and you don't even notice" she screamed at me, running her hands stressfully through her hair as she began to cry for the third time that day. I took her hand, leaning down to see her face when I asked her the question "Why does Phil scare you so much?" I asked sincerely as she sobbed. She took in a deep breath, holding herself together long enough to say "He was the one that raped me".
The words echoed through my head, images of Phil and how innocent he acted flashing through my mind. Drew began sobbing more and more each second I stood motionless and emotionless. I pulled in a long, shaky breath before speaking "You told me you were raped in an alley".
"I was. He was walking me home from school".
Oh my god. "I'm gonna fucking kill that bastard" I seethed, anger rising through my chest in roaring flames. I stormed back across the yard and inside the house, Drew at my heels telling me god knows what. I wasn't listening. I was too busy picturing beating the shit out of him.
I entered the house and marched into the kitchen, finding him standing beside Anna and Annie.
"Justin! We wondered where you had-" he began, but I didn't let him finish. I punched him square in the jaw, making the women gasp as he staggered back. "Why you little-" he began, coming at me with bared teeth. I cut him off again, landing a right hook on his nose. He quickly retaliated, and got a proper hard punch in my left eye. I staggered back, regaining my balance beside the breakfast bar as Drew and her family gasped.
I quickly lunged forward and landed the finishing punch where I had started, right in the jaw. "You're a rapist!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as he fell to the tile, spitting blood out onto the floor. I crouched down and took him by the collar of his shirt "If you ever touch her again, have no doubt that I will sneak into your prison cell in the middle of the night and strangle you with my bare hands" I spat in his face, before throwing him back down on the floor.
I stood and turned to Annie, muttering "Sorry for the mess" as I gestured to the blood. "You might wanna call the cops. Your husband was the idiot that raped your daughter" I spat at her Mother, before turning back to Drew. She stood in shock, but was calm enough to ask me "Are you alright?". My eye throbbed slightly and I could already feel it bruising. Still, it was nothing compared to Drew's problems right now. "Yeah. Come on, let's go" I muttered, taking Drew's hand before walking out of the house without another word.
"So my place?" I did my best to smile at her.
"Yeah" she grinned, hugging my arm as we walked to the range rover.
"Drew?" I asked.
"Yeah?".
"Do I look sexy with a black eye?".
"Incredibly".
"Now say it like you mean it".
"Sorry JuJu" she giggled, smoothing her thumb over the small black patch already beginning to form beneath my left eye. "Ah well" I sighed, before we got in the car, and drove off.