Chapter song: I Lied by Nicki Minaj

(Val's pov)

-7pm-

Justin brought me to Red Lobster, which was so sweet of him. He just paid, and we're heading back to his house.

I'm paranoid. What if Ben saw me? What if something bad happens?

"You ok?"

Justin parks the car in his garage and observes me, eyes glancing at me hands.

"Yea."

Is it obvious that I'm scared? Am I shaking? Stuttering? Do I look pale?

"Do you like frozen yogurt?"

The tone of his voice is concerned, protective. This is one of his remedies of saying "I know you're not ok. I'm gonna cheer you up." And I honestly can't fight back, so I nod before stepping out of his car.

The touch of his hands on my waist make me feel so lost and I just need answers. Answers to what? I don't know.

"What flavor, darlin?"

His hand shifts deeper into my curves, making my throat enclose.

"Vanilla."

I manage to control my feelings and respond to him.

"Open your mouth."

Before I know it, Justin's got a bottle of whipped cream in his hand.

"What?"

I'm too in a trance to figure out what he desires.

"Open your mouth."

He repeats and aims the whipped cream by my lips. I open my mouth, and he sprays the whipped cream in, filling it up halfway.

"Taste good?"

His bottom lip is tucked under his teeth, biting fiercely.

"Mhm."

My mouth is full of whipped cream, so I can't speak.

"Let me taste."

Then Justin puts his lips on mine, trading the sweetness between our mouths. I gotta say it makes me smile.

"You're beautiful."

He licks his pink lips before handing me my yogurt cup.

"You too."

Taking the yogurt, I smile even bigger, feeling my problems float off gradually.

"Stay here babydoll. I've gotta make a phone call. Don't worry. It's not what you think."

With a wink of his chocolate eye, Justin pulls out his phone and walks off.

I sit here, alone, eating my frozen yogurt. It's so quiet in here without Justin's friends. How does he live all alone? He has this whole mansion to himself.

Well, of course, he has cunt after cunt all lined up in an orderly fashion for him to fuck. There's gotta be plenty of noise in here.

It hurts. I mean, Justin's somehow finagled his way in my life, taking full control of my heart. I don't know if he's fucking with me or not.

I know that deep down inside, Justin feels alone. Why would he want so much company when he has about everything? I wonder if anyone loves him for something other than his money, his body, his power. Does anyone love him for him? So what, he's filthy rich? I don't care about that, anymore. I see Justin as someone who cares about me. Never in my life have I seen anyone wait all night by my door just to see if I came home alright. That means something to me. It means I appreciate him. It means I love him.

"Hey, did I take too long?"

Justin walks back in and shatters my thoughts.

"No no. You're fine."

A little startled, I shake my head and look at him.

"Good. Are you done with that?"

He motions to my empty yogurt cup.

"Yea."

I nod and hand it over to him. It's 8pm. At 10pm, I have to go.

"Let's watch tv."

Grabbing my hand, Justin leads me to his couch and turns on his expensive flat screen tv.

"Sit here."

And he draws me onto his lap, where I eventually settle into his soft, cotton white shirt. He's warm and fuzzy, like a puppy. It's consoling and safe.

"I'll take good care of you. But you can't leave me, ok?"

The feeling of his heated breath hits my ear, making shivers incite.

"Justin, babe, I have to."

It's not optional. If I don't go, I'll get pregnant and I'll be miserable. It's not worth staying one night.

"C'mon baby. I can't let you go. Not anymore."

His hands tighten over my waist, as if he can really stop me.

"You don't understand."

I mumble then break eye contact with him.

"I don't care. I need you to stay or I'm not helping you."

He's not helping me? Who said I needed his help? What the hell is he thinking? I'm not under his control. If I don't do what he wants, I don't get what I want? That's bullshit.

"I never said I needed you're help."

Temper rising, I release myself from his grip.

"You know damn well that you need me."

Justin's hands grab me again and pull me close.

"Let me go. I don't need you. You might need me but I don't need you. It's not gonna change. I don't need you, that's final."

Finally, I escape from his touch and cross my arms.

"Dammit, just stay here. I want you to stay."

He's clearly upset, but I don't give.

"Well I want to go. It's not about what you want."

Once he stands up, I put my guard up.

"Val, cut your bullshit and listen to me. You're being such a bitch."

His jaw tightens and his eyes are greedy.

"I'm leaving."

He knows I hate the name-calling, so I'll leave.

"Fuck, you know what? Just go. I could care less what happens to you. Don't fucking come back."

A sharp pain in chest grows, and I stare at him in disbelief.

"Fine."

I speak strongly, so he doesn't hear my pain. Then I turn around and leave, without goodbye.

Fuck him. He doesn't mean that. Does he? Oh, fuck this hurts. Justin really doesn't care about me? He doesn't want to see me again? Why would he say something so hurtful? It's not right.

But it's all my fault. I urged him to say that, and I shouldn't have opened my mouth in the first place. Warm tears stream down my face as I walk to Ben's. Yes, I'm going to his house, because I have to be there in 10 minutes anyway. I hate my life. I hate Ben. I hate Justin. I hate myself. All I ever wanted was to make a living for myself. But look at what I got. I'm nothing but a dumb, slutty sex slave who can't make up her mind. I shouldn't have bothered with Justin. I shouldn't have bothered with prostitution. At the end, it just turns out a big mess.

I knock on Ben's door and bite my lip nervously yet angrily.

"You're early."

Ben opens the door, shirtless and stoned. Keeping quiet, I walk in as he shuts the door.

"Are you behaving?"

His hand clasps around my wrist. I only nod, because I feel like I'm about to burst with anger at any second.

"Good."

His hands grasp my ass; then I instantly push them away by accident.

"Hey, don't give me an attitude."

Ben spanks me roughly, so I nod obediently.

"What's up with you?"

His words are cold and sharp, almost making me want to run away.

"Nothing."

I mumble a lie, hoping to get away with it.

"Don't fucking lie to me."

He harshly grabs my face and yanks me to face his cold, dark eyes.

"Stop."

I know better to not talk back, but I'm so fucking pissed at Justin.

"I can do whatever I fucking want."

Then he pushes me on the floor, where I feel a sharp pain in my knees.

At this point I feel so aggravated and furious that I don't care what Ben does to me anymore.

Or at least Justin won't care. After all, those were his words.

(A/N: Purpose is on repeat. Justin's so beautiful and I can't ask for anything else in the world.)

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