°° Endless Love °°

Sarah was up stairs trying to fix Justin something to eat for dinner, it was going on 9pm and he hadn’t came up stairs all day long. He did that often, took off for the basement, where his home studio was. He’d lay down tracks, or just watches TV down stairs, talk on the phone, and surf the net.

“Justin, phone!” Sarah yelled to her husband.

“I told you I don’t want to talk to anyone!” Justin yelled from downstairs in the basement.

“It’s your mother, she wants to speak with you.” Sarah sighed after a few moments Justin emerged from the basement, sweat on his forehead his white wife beater wet from sweat.

Justin’s glaring eyes hit Sarah’s harder then she wanted. Justin grabbed the phone out of her hands and spoke to his mother like a little angel. He soon hung up the phone and turned to stare at his wife. Her hair was down lying over her shoulders, her hazel green eyes were tired looking, and her cloths hung on her loosely.

“I am not home, no matter who it is.” Justin hissed inches from her face.

“Justin, I can’t lie to Lynn, she needed to talk to you and it’s my job to get you…” Sarah was cut off by Justin’s hand slamming across her cheek.

“You dumb bitch, what the hell is wrong with you? What I say goes, I do not want to talk to ANY one.” Justin said grabbing Sarah by the neck and pushing her against a wall.

“Justin, I can’t breathe.” Sarah choked out trying to get out of his hands.

“Do you understand this Sarah? No one, I mean no one is going to talk to me on that fucking phone.” Justin’s eyes hit Sarah’s.

Sarah closed her eyes for fear of Justin’s dangerous blue ones. They had been married for 2-months, not by choice for Sarah. Sarah did love Justin; she loved him more then anything in the world. She didn’t want to get married to him, not at their age, she being 18 and he being 21.

One day they were all in Las Vegas, Nevada. Justin was old enough to drink and he started to drink, getting Sarah drunk with them. The next day they woke up married, in the same bed half-naked. Sarah was dating Wade Robson at the time and was happy with him. She hasn’t talked to Wade since that day and didn’t think she would ever get to talk to him on good terms.

“Justin, let me go, I can’t breathe.” Sarah said holding back her tears; she wasn’t going to let Justin see her cry.

“Answer my question bitch.” Justin yelled in her face.

“I under… I under… stand…” She stuttered as Justin released her, she went sliding down the wall until she was sitting firmly on that kitchen floor.

Justin walked to the refrigerator and grabbed out a few beers, he turned and starred at Sarah for a few seconds before proceeding to the basement door.

“Wade is coming over to help lay down some tracks. I don’t want you to talk to him at all… is that understood?” Justin asked from the door.

Sarah sat there trying to get her breath back she slowly looked up at her husband; tears were trying to push out of her eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll just ignore him when he walks in.” Sarah said moving her hands up to her neck where Justin had his hands.

That wasn’t the first time he got violent with her. Almost every day he would have something to bitch at her about. If she didn’t cook something just right, or if she didn’t wash something just right. Justin didn’t take any excuse from her; his hand met her face many times the past 2-months.

Justin’s tall figure disappeared down the steps to his studio. Sarah got up off of the kitchen floor and finished up her task in the kitchen, while she was cooking Wade had showed up. It was the first time she had seen him in 2 months and all she wanted to do was break down in tears and crawl on her knees for him to take her into his arms and take care of her.

Wade looked at the state in which Sarah was in, she had lost weight, her color in her skin was turning whiter and she had faded bruises on her cheeks. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, he just couldn’t bring him self to doing it, she hurt him more then anything. He loved her and she went and got married to Justin. Sure it was Justin’s fault also, however, he couldn’t hate Justin, and Justin paid him money for doing what he loved, making music.

Justin came up stairs many times, to get food or more beer whatever the cause he would glare at Sarah while she cleaned up the already spotless house. At around 1am Wade went home and Justin came staking up the stairs and into the bedroom he and Sarah shared. A bedroom where Sarah was never found, she never slept in the bedroom with him. Sarah always slept in the guest bedroom; for fear that Justin might try to hurt her in the middle of the night.

Justin pulled off his Tommy Jeans and wife beater; he quickly tossed his socks onto the ground and walked to the bedroom door. He flipped off his bedroom light and walked down the dark hallway, his steps stopped when he reached the guest bedroom, where Sarah was sound asleep. Justin never went in there at nighttime he didn’t want to waist his time walking down the long hallway.

Justin reached his hand out and turned the doorknob he opened the door slowly and stepped in closing it slowly, not wanting to wake up Sarah. Justin slowly walked to the king sized bed the street light was giving off just enough light so he could see where Sarah was lying and how she was lying.

Sarah was lying on her left side her left hand under her pillow, the right hand on top of the pillow next to her face. Her chest would rise and fall with each breath she took. Justin starred at her for a few minutes; he hadn’t been with his wife since their wedding night. Sure Justin had sex, just not with his wife why did he have to be with her when he could get anyone that he wanted?

Justin pulled the covers back off of Sarah that kept her warm. The moment the cold air hit Sarah her eyes opened and she was face to face with Justin. Her breath got caught in her throat as Justin pushed at her right should making her lay on her back. She wanted to scream and push him away; she didn’t know what he was going to do to her. Sarah closed her eyes when Justin’s face came closer to hers only to be met with his lips pressing against her lips.

Justin’s hands went to her shirt and ripped it off her, at that moment Sarah’s hands went at Justin’s and she started to push at him.

“Justin, what are you doing? Go away.” Sarah said getting the words out in a low whisper.

“What can’t a man make love to his wife?” Justin asked taking a hold of Sarah’s hand and pulling them over her head.

“I don’t want you to be in here, get out please.” Sarah said feeling his bare stomach touch her bare stomach.

“You don’t want me in here, but you want Wade in here?” Justin asked pulling at her underwear.

“I never said that, stop it please stop Justin… Go away.” Sarah said trying to not cry she might have been married to him.

Sarah didn’t have to sleep with him, even though they were married if she said no and didn’t want to have sex that is still called rape in all 50 states.

“I love you baby, why won’t you let me be with you? Would you rather have me cheat on you with other girls?” Justin smirked as he kissed down on Sarah.

She would rather be dead at that moment then have him in that bedroom. He could snap and kill her if she didn’t have sex just right with him. She was afraid of him more then anything and she couldn’t bring her self to trust him, at any time. She couldn’t bring her self to trust him at something she knew how to do very well.

Sarah woke up the next morning wearing Justin’s boxers and a shirt she hadn’t seen before. She jumped out of the bed and looked at the clock, it was noon, and Justin would be gone. Her whole body hurt from the night before as she tried to run into their bedroom, where her cloths where. When she walked in, she seen Justin lying sound asleep in the bed on his stomach, the back of his head facing the bedroom door. She slowly opened the dresser and pulled out some clean cloths that she would be wearing that day.

She didn’t want to wake him up, for the fear he might hurt her for waking him up. As she neared the bedroom door his voice stopped her before she could open the door and get out.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” Justin asked he was now sitting up and looking at her.

“To get in the shower, Justin…” Sarah trailed off as she turned around, she knew she should have kept her back to him so she didn’t have to look at him.

“Why are you getting in the shower? You don’t need one.” Justin said throwing the covers off of him, he slowly got up and walked towards him.

“I need a shower Justin, please… don’t hurt me.” Sarah said closing her eyes, Justin’s hand smashed against the right side of her face.

“You aren’t going to take a shower, people who take showers go out, they have fun. A little slut like you shouldn’t be going out.” Justin hissed slamming Sarah against the bedroom door.

A small cry left Sarah’s mouth as her back hit the hard door. A few tears left her eyes and fell down her cheek.

“Justin, please… don’t… please… don’t… hurt me…” Sarah said a little to late, Justin took her by the neck with one hand, the other hand he opened the bedroom door and threw her out, against the hall way wall.

Justin came at her with a fist and punched her in the stomach just before he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her down the stairs; he threw her on the couch before he spoke.

“I just hate it when stupid bitches tell me what do to.” Justin’s bitter laugh rang out through the house as he slammed his hand across her face; he grabbed her hair again and threw her across the living room.

When that wasn’t enough for Justin, he grabbed things from everywhere and started to throw them at her.

“Justin… you … are… hurting me,” Sarah cried as a picture of her hit her in the side

“I’m hurting you? I AM HURTING YOU! YOU STUPID BITCH! You hurt me; you hurt my fucking group. If you weren’t such a slut I wouldn’t be fucking tied down with you!” Justin yelled as he ran up to her. He grabbed her by the hair; his hand went across her face once more. Blood from her mouth flew on to his hand face and chest.

A small cry left Sarah’s lips just before Justin’s hand went across her face again, and again, and again.

“I should just…” Justin was cut off by the front door flying open.

“Let her go.” A male voice boomed out from the front door.

Justin looked up and dropped a limp Sarah on to the ground; Justin’s eyes were fixed on the guy who just walked in the house. Sarah’s eyes opened and she looked up towards the door; her heart started to race looking at him.

“Wade help me please.” Was all Sarah could manage to get out before Justin grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up to him?

“Wade, me and my wife are talking right now, please go home.” Justin smiled as he grabbed Sarah’s face and kissed her on his blood-wet lips.

Wade walked in the house, letting the storm door slam shut behind him. He wasn’t going walk away and leave Sarah, he knew something wasn’t right last night just by looking at her.

The next thing anyone knew, Sarah was falling to the floor, Wade’s fist slammed into Justin’s jaw knocking him on the floor, knocking him out cold. Wade fell to his knees as he gathered Sarah up in to his arms and held onto her tightly. Her heart was racing her breathing was slow, Wade knew he needed to get her out of there. But first he needed to take care of Justin; with his freer hand Wade pulled out his cell phone and called the police.

Tears came to his eyes as he looked down at the girl he loved, her lip was busted open, she had a black eye and her face was bruised up badly. He wasn’t going to let anyone hurt her after that day, even if it meant his life.