just let me love you+

in my opinion, i believe that justin's image has changed drastically. people seem to believe that he's this assshole, bad boy, douche bag or something. it's interesting, to see the media carve him as something so wild when in the past he's just been the poster child of purity.
 
so i was thinking. this story would be called 'the hard way'. for reasons to be revealed at a later date.
 
so, i thought that it'd be run to write a story about justin bieber's current crazy life. it'd be from the perspective of a songwriter and crew member of justin's, who's been a permanent part of his crew for a while now.
 
it could be fun. it may be five chapters, it may be five thousand. i don't really know. but, i thought that it would be a cool summer hobby to write this fanfiction. and, also, it's been a while. i miss it.
 
so, comment down below, if you would read 'the hard way' so i can put you on the tag list.

official writer's challenge; 1
 
He tastes like careless lust and regret. But, he looks like heaven. He’s the poster child for false advertisement; an embodiment of all the temptation that I’ve prided myself off staying away from. I’ve tricked myself into thinking that I don’t want him, that I don’t have some sort of animalistic hunger that only he fulfills.
It’s a shame, but I used to ridicule people that couldn’t keep their hormones in check. But, I only have to glance at him and he fills me up with undeniable desires. He’s all I could ever want, wrapped up in one lone package.
When I’m around him, I cannot think straight. Impure thoughts pop into my head and linger around too long for my liking. I rock back and forth in the corner of my room to try and push these thoughts out. His image is embedded in my mind like someone tattooed it to the inside of my skull. I just want to take a pink eraser and scrub it away.
It’s too much for me to handle. Everything is too much.
There are times that I have to deal with the crazy. It’s times when I’m not confined to my room, bound by the imploding, concrete walls of my mind. I’m put into a playroom of sorts; it’s something that I haven’t been subject to ever since my years in primary school. There’s a television, video games, magazine, and other things to keep us occupied. I try to stay busy. It’s how I strive. Thirty of us are let in at a time. So, it’s chaotic at best. But when I see him, my world shatters.
The rest is an inescapable blur. He leads me into an empty bedroom; it’s an escape from the dependent patients and the power-hungry guardians. The door seems to lock by itself, as his lips begin to trace mine. Feelings of love and power and sex and lust are racing through my body at the speed of light and I can’t think straight, I can’t feel straight, I can’t-
A sudden cold sensation is felt at the small of my back. It shocks me for a second, but then a comfort comes over me. He takes a second away from the passion and brings his lips close to my left ear “Tell me, have you ever been afraid like this?”
I softly tickle my fingers down his back and answer, “I’m not afraid of anything.”
The click happens immediately; a bang doesn’t even make it to my ears. Everything’s over now; everything’s different now.
Mom, I’m sorry.
Dad, I’m sorry.
But, I’m happier now.
 
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Will change the cover later, just remembered the deadline for this challenge :) Hope y'all like it.

there are no words for this song. :)

hey guys :) hope you enjoy :)
 
val;
 
His demeanor completely changed once I let those words escape my mouth. “Your father? Your own fuucking flesh and blood? That-that’s….sick. Revolting.” He kept this gaze stuck on me; it was this pathetic, helpless gaze. “I will fuuck him up. You can’t do that shiit to your child; you just can’t fuucking do it!” He punched his hand to release some of his anger, but then he looked back at me. “If…if you want me to.”
 
“You can’t Justin. Letting me stay here, that’s all you can do. I’m grateful that you care…but there’s nothing you can do right now.” I softly rubbed my stomach and winced. At the moment, I don’t even remember why the fight started. It just happened. But that was enough for me to leave. “And you can’t tell anybody Justin. Nobody needs to know about this.”
 
He glared at me for a second, sat back down, and grabbed his chicken and broccoli “Let’s just change the fuucking subject.”
 
I admire Justin for letting it go, but I know for sure that this isn’t over.
 
That’s okay though.
 
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We hold small talk for a little bit, but it’s awkward. I haven’t seen him in years, and there are topics that I’m trying to swerve away from. I figure I’d save them for a later date, when the words helpless victim isn’t tattooed on my forehead.
 
I tell him that I’m exhausted; I should probably go to bed. He agrees, but it doesn’t stop him from grabbing an ice pack from the kitchen. “Afriend told me that they help the bruises.”
 
“Thanks.” I take it from him and place it against my chest. I instantly feel a beautiful cooling, numbing sensation that I need. I sigh almost erotically, instantly.
 
Justin gets a good chuckle out of that “That’s a sound that I haven’t heard in a while.” Right when he says that, he immediately starts backtracking “Oh, I mean…I didn’t mean that…fuuck...I’m such a dumbasss…I just…”
 
“It’s ok Jus. I’m just gonna head to bed now.” I don’t even let him finish really, because I’m out of there fast. I fast walk into my room, and softly close my door. I ruffle my hair; shake my hands, anything to get this feeling away from me. It’s the whole palm sweating, knee shaking, bullshiit that some idiot invented. I don’t have time or energy for that.
 
I felt terrible, and that was the moment that I knew I needed to go to fuucking sleep.
 
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The next morning I felt a tiny bit better. The ice pack had been sitting on my stomach all night, leaving it completely numb. I poke my stomach with my finger, and I can’t even feel it.
 
Excellent.
 
I get out of the room, and I’m greeted with a note on the back of my door.
 
/Val, totally forgot that I had to run some errands this morning. I ordered some McDonalds breakfast, should be sitting on the kitchen counter. I’ll be back by like noon.
 
-Justin (A.K.A. Horny Dumbass)/
 
Nice touch.
 
I went in the kitchen and in fact, there was the McDonalds. I curled up in the living room with my meal, and glanced at the clock that read eleven thirty. Only thirty minutes, thank god. I turned on the television to some random television channel. Not before long, I heard the front door open. I looked behind me and it wasn’t just Justin, but another damn guy was along with him.
 
“The hell?” I muttered to myself. I didn’t want anybody to hear me, but it was obvious that I had completely failed. The guy caught sight of me and a big grin came right on his face. “I didn’t know that you had a girl over Jus?” He playfully pushes Justin, like he won a game of Solitaire or something “….What are you gonna tell Amerie though?”
 
You’ve got to be kidding me.
 
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what's your name?: I’m Nia
age / grade?: Seventeen / Sassy Senior
how many years have you been writing for?: Damn...five or six? I think?
a snippet of your writing?: { doesn't have to be new...it can be old }.
The raindrops stung against my fresh bruises; I thought the clouds were dripping rubbing alcohol. Every step onto the cold concrete was a challenging one. I was tired of running. Running’s a temporary solution to a permanent problem. I took a look back at my taxi as it escapes into the city’s opaque smoky atmosphere. Turning back wasn’t an option anymore. It escaped me why I didn’t take the easy way out; how the blood’s still running hot and bothered through my veins. The thought still stayed in the dark recesses of my mind as I walked up the steps to his condo.
I unlocked my iPhone and scrolled through my contact list, pressing my finger to the screen once I came upon his name. For years, he’s been listed in my contact as “irrelevant”. Not until a couple of hours ago did I finally consider it time to change it back to his regular name.
“Jus?” I coughed into the phone’s mic.
“You’re here already?” His smooth, deep voice startled me. I was slightly emotionally stable now, way more than when I first dialed his number frantically. I was more sensory aware.
“I’m at your door.”
“Give me a sec; I’ll be right there.” The line cut off, and I shoved my phone back in my pocket. Regret seeped into the cracks of my brain, but it wasn’t given enough time to sink. Within a couple of minutes, the door creaked open and there he was, in the flesh.
“Damn…” He looked me up and down. I felt exposed; I had every right to be. I wasn’t exactly dressed for the weather. I didn’t pay any mind to it though; people on the subway have seen worse than me. “You look like hell.”
“Thanks.” I shrugged it off. “Can I come in now? The rain it’s…”
“Val...You’ve got to tell me what happened.” He leaned against the door hinge and gave me one of those looks that I’ve been seeing a lot lately. It’s the sympathetic, melancholy look.
“I will. Just let me get away from this damn rain.” I could feel the anger quickly flowing its way through my body, and he probably saw it too. He moved out of the way, and motioned for me to come in. I took a deep breath and exhaled all the bad shit that’s been accumulating in my head.
I hadn’t had time to truly face my demons head on yet, but truthfully I didn’t think I was ready.
weaknesses when it comes to writing: I am completely and unapolegetically terrible when it comes to grammar. I hate it. It’s the worst thing I encounter when I’m in English class.
strengths?: Everything Else? Lolol, I’m kidding. Totally kidding. But seriously, I think I’m good at really submersing the reader into the story. At least, that’s what people tell me.
what kind of challenges are you looking forward to?: I don’t know really. I want you to challenge me though! But, I’m just really excited to be writing again. It’s a good feeling.

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i'm so happy that you've decided to stick with my story. i hope you enjoy it hun :)
 
val;
 
The elevator was spacious, but I still felt cramped. He was standing in front of me against the wall of the elevator. His eyes were locked on me, and for those forty five seconds there was no way I could get away from it. He hadn’t asked me about it yet, but I knew it was coming.
The elevator doors opened to a long hallway, with doors on each side. He led me to house 911 and twisted his key into the doorknob.
“After you-“He said.
I readjusted my backpack and made my way into his apartment.
To say that I was surprised at the decor was a complete and utter understatement.
It was built in such a grand manner that I almost wiped my eyes to make sure it wasn’t just a blur in my vision. It was a type of place that you’d see a grilled rapper bragging about on MTV Cribs.
I walked into the living room, and stood in amazement at the glorious view of NYC. The lights never looked so bright, mesmerizing.
“There’s an extra towel and washcloth in the bathroom if you want to take a shower, dry off, and what not.” He took my backpack from me, and motioned for me to follow him. He brought me into a bedroom, and placed my backpack on the bed “I hope you don’t mind sleeping here; I wanted to make sure you’d be comfortable…”
The room was equipped with a queen sized bed with red satin sheets, and cable.
I was going to be more than comfortable.
A smile sprung on my face “This is amazing. Thank you Justin, for everything.” I didn’t know what got into me at that moment, but I hugged him. I rested my head on his shoulder, and clenched onto him for dear life. It was a long time since I found stable shelter; it was all that I could ever want. I longed for a place to go home at night, where the horrors of life wouldn’t cling to my soul.
“It’s no prob’ Val; I’d do anything to protect you...” Justin whispered into my ear. I could feel myself falling, like I was stuck inside one of my recurring dreams. My inhibitions released into the world for everyone to see and take note of.
I was getting too comfortable.
I pushed off of him softly, and averted my gaze to the glossy hardwood floors. “Um, where’s the bathroom…?”
“Right…” He left the room and went to its “It’s two doors left of your bedroom.”
I peeked my head out of my room and got a clear view of where it was. “Alright, I guess I’ll go take a shower now, get this gross rain water off of me.”
“I’ll go order some Chinese food while you’re in there.” He disappeared quick.
I went into the bathroom with my backpack, and practically banged myself into the wall. When am I ever going to learn how to react the right way?
I turned on the water, stripped off my clothes, and got into the shower. The sudden splash of warmth blanked my mind, leaving it clear and content.
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For some reason, I had forgotten to bring clothes with me. So I proclaimed my problem to Justin, who gave me a shirt and a pair of his sweatpants. They were comfortably oversized, but I had to tie the waist in the pants twice for them to fit considerably well.
I could already smell the glorious over-salted, over-saturated food down the hall. I’m practically feigning for it.
I threw my backpack onto my bed, and walked into the living room where I saw Justin with the Chinese food.
“I got you Shrimp Loin Mein. I hoped your favorite hasn’t changed all these years.” He handed the box of food to me, as I sat next to him on the couch.
“It hasn’t.” It amazed me how nice he was being to me. I forgot how this felt like, positive human interaction. I grabbed a fork off of the coffee table and went to town on that food.
“So, Val, what’s going on? You’ve got to tell me…”
My heart dropped into my stomach. I swallowed the food into my throat, and took a deep breath. “I know…I know I do…it’s just…” The words weren’t coming out of my mouth clearly. So…I figured that I would show him the damage. I placed the food down and rolled up my shirt, to reveal the black and blue that’s embedded in my skin. His face softened once I was put on exhibit. He touched one of my bruises, and the sting shot up through my body.
“Who…who the hell did this to you? I swear..Val…I will beat their ass to a pulp, just tell me who the hell they ar-“ He got up from the couch and started to pace around the room. The anger made his eyes glow in the worst way. I hated seeing him like this. I had to make it stop; he couldn’t do anything.
“My dad…he…this is what he’s done to me.”
 
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val;
 
The raindrops stung against my fresh bruises; I thought the clouds were dripping rubbing alcohol. Every step onto the cold concrete was a challenging one. I was tired of running. Running’s a temporary solution to a permanent problem. I took a look back at my taxi as it escapes into the city’s opaque smoky atmosphere. Turning back wasn’t an option anymore. It escaped me why I didn’t take the easy way out; how the blood’s still running hot and bothered through my veins. The thought still stayed in the dark recesses of my mind as I walked up the steps to his condo.
I unlocked my iPhone and scrolled through my contact list, pressing my finger to the screen once I came upon his name. For years, he’s been listed in my contact as “irrelevant”. Not until a couple of hours ago did I finally consider it time to change it back to his regular name.
“Jus?” I coughed into the phone’s mic.
“You’re here already?” His smooth, deep voice startled me. I was slightly emotionally stable now, way more than when I first dialed his number frantically. I was more sensory aware.
“I’m at your door.”
“Give me a sec; I’ll be right there.” The line cut off, and I shoved my phone back in my pocket. Regret seeped into the cracks of my brain, but it wasn’t given enough time to sink. Within a couple of minutes, the door creaked open and there he was, in the flesh.
“Damn…” He looked me up and down. I felt exposed; I had every right to be. I wasn’t exactly dressed for the weather. I didn’t pay any mind to it though; people on the subway have seen worse than me. “You look like hell.”
“Thanks.” I shrugged it off. “Can I come in now? The rain it’s…”
“Val...You’ve got to tell me what happened.” He leaned against the door hinge and gave me one of those looks that I’ve been seeing a lot lately. It’s the sympathetic, melancholy look.
“I will. Just let me get away from this damn rain.” I could feel the anger quickly flowing its way through my body, and he probably saw it too. He moved out of the way, and motioned for me to come in. I took a deep breath and exhaled all the bad things that’s been accumulating in my head.
I hadn’t had time to truly face my demons head on yet, but truthfully I didn’t think I was ready.
 
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btw, polyvore's set layout changed a hell of a lot. wtf happened? it's mad confusing.
 
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i think that that's the most beautiful shirt that I've ever seen in my life. it's going to be my goal in life to buy that shirt.
or better yet, go thrift a blouse and string a cheetah print scarf through the collar? ...yeah that sounds good.
 
i feel like writing.
nanowrimo's coming soon.
i'm not ready.
but im determined.