Thread: Promises

Parris' POV:
I was grinding with Justin, enjoying it and having fun, when a familiar face appeared in front of me. They started grinding on me and I froze where I was.
"I see you've met my girl here. Parris, right?" Jake said, smirking at Justin.
"What are you doing here Jake?"
"I'm dancing with Parris."
Justin wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back into him. Jake smirked at us, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"I thought you said you were taken by some guy named Justin?"
"I am."
"Come on, Parris. Let's go," Justin said, pulling me with him.
"Not so fast, Jason."
"Who are you talking to? His names Justin."
"I don't know who told you that sweetheart, because this here is Jason."
With a confused look on my face, I turned around to look at Justin, or as Jake tell's me, Jason.
"What's he talking about?"
"It's nothing. Don't listen to him."
"Don't listen to him? Your kidding right?"
"I'll explain later. Let's just get out of here."
Without giving me a chance to reply, he pulled me away. Once we where outside the club, he dragged me over to his car.
"What about Liz?"
"I'll come back later to pick her up."
"So, you going to explain what just happened in there?"
"Can we talk about it later?"
"No. I want to know now."
"Fine, you wanna know the truth?"
"Yes!"
"A few years ago, a guy in my group's name was Jason. Jason and I where very close, he was practically my brother. Then, one day, Jason and I went out and where doing some stupid stuff. We saw Jake at a club and thought it'd be fun to mess with him. So, we walked over to him and started to get under his skin. We... pushed it too far. We left, laughing, out of the club. We couldn't drive then so we started walking back. We were almost home when we heard a car speeding down the road. Thinking nothing of it, we continued on. Then I heard a shot. I dove into the alley, taking cover. I thought Jason was behind me. When I turned around, he was laying on the ground. I waited till I heard Jake's car speed off before running over to Jason. I checked his pulse and his breathing but, he was already gone."
I felt tears threaten to escape my eyes.
"Justin, I'm so sorry..."
Jason's POV:
I can't believe I'm lieing to her like this. I should just tell her the truth.
In a way, I'm not lieing though. The guy I used to be IS gone. He died that night with Jake in the bar. That night really did happen. I really did go to the bar, got drunk, and started to mess with him. I really did have to walk home, and I really did get shot at. He landed a shot on my leg, I'll give him that, but he didn't do as much damage as he had wanted to get out of it.
"Justin, I'm so sorry..."
"It's alright."
"I should've known you wouldn't lie to me like that. I'm sorry."
I thought it hurt before. Now, I just felt horrible.
"Parris, you deserve someone better than me..."
"What are you talking about?"
"You deserve someone better than me."
"Justin, what are you talking about?"
I didn't respond. Instead, I reached down, getting the chloroform ready. She looked out the window for a brief second, so I jumped. I put the rag over her face, watching as she clutched at my arm, trying weakly to move it. She slowly stopped fighting back, falling back into her seat.
"I'm sorry."
I drove her back to her apartment. Throwing her limp form over my shoulder, I started up the balconies. Getting to her room, I carefully got us inside. Laying her back onto her bed, I pulled the blankets over her. I stayed and watched her sleep for a while, knowing this was the last time I'd see her.
I finally decided it was time for me to go before she wakes up. Climbing back out of her window, I made my way back down to my car. Getting in, I revved the engine before driving back to Midnight Madness. Lizzie was standing outside, a pissed expression on her face as she yelled into the other end of her phone.
"Get in the car Liz."
She smirked at me, shutting her phone before slipping into my car.
"Where'd you disappear to? And where's Pari?"
"I took her home. She.... wasn't feeling good."
"Oh, alright. So hey, you wanna stay a while? You can meet Cody if you want."
"Nah. I think I'm going to go home. Thanks anyways."
"You sure? I'm sure he'd like to meet you. I mean, you and Pari are dating."
"We're not dating. We're just friends."
"Haha. You aint fooling me."
"We're really not dating."
"Whatever."
I stopped the car, putting it in park. Lizzie unbuckled, getting ready to get out but I grabbed her arm.
"Hey, can you do something for me?"
"Sure. Whatcha need?"
"Tell Parris I'm sorry."
"What happened?"
I reached across her, opening the door for her. She got the hint, getting out of the car and walking over to the sidewalk. Stopping, she turned and watched me drive away. At least it was Lizzie and not Parris.
Parris' POV:
"Parris! Wake up!"
My eyes fluttered open, staring at Lizzie who was standing in my doorway.
"What happened?" I asked, sitting up in my bed.
"I don't know. I was hoping you'd tell me."
"Where's Justin?"
"He left."
"What?"
"Oh, and he says he's sorry."
Then it all came back to me. Justin was taking me back home from the club after Jake showed up. He told me about Jason and then I apologized. What happened after that?
"How you feeling? Justin said you weren't feeling well."
I ignored her question and continued to rack my head, trying to remember what happened after that.
"I have to go see Justin."
"What?"
"I need to talk to Justin. Can I borrow your car?"
"Sure. Want me to come with you?"
"Nah, I'll be fine."
"Oh, and you'll need to get gas."
"I don't have the money for gas right now."
She was already out of the room, probably raiding the fridge for something to eat. Getting up, I grabbed my purse. Throwing it over my shoulder, I climbed out my window and made my way down. Justin's right, it is funner then using the door.
Walking down the road, I kept my guard up. It was getting pretty late and I hated walking the streets at night.
I got to Justin's house, going up to the door and knocking on it. There was shuffling behind the door before it flung open to reveal Alex.
"What happened?"
"What do you mean?" I asked with confused look on my face.
He stepped back, letting me get a look at the house. Everything was trashed. Pictures had been ripped off the wall, broken vases scattered the floor, pillows had been ripped open, and chairs had been smashed into the walls and floors.
"What happened here?"
"Justin came home and just started smashing random ****. Anything he could get his hands on."
"Where is he?"
"Up in his room but I wouldn't go up there if I where you."
"I've gotta do something. Besides, I need to talk to him."
"Can't it wait till later?"
"No. I need answers."
I walked past him, heading for the stairs, when a picture caught my eyes. It was the only picture left on the wall and it was of a girl. To be specific, me.
"Where'd you get that picture?"
Alex walked up behind me, cursing under his breathe once he saw the picture.
"****, you weren't supposed to see that."
"What?"
"You honestly don't remember us?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Do I not look familiar to you?"
"You do but what's that have to do with anything?"
"Just forget it."
There was another knock on the door. Alex stared at me a little longer before breaking it to go see who was at the door.

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I continued walking up the stairs, going over to Justin's room. I heard something smash against the wall, then cursing. Knocking on the door, I took a step back and waited for him to answer it.
"Go away!"
"Justin, I need to talk to you."
He yanked the door open, stared at me long and hard, then grabbed me by my wrist, yanking me into his room.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, pinning me against the wall.
"I need to talk to you."
"About?"
"What happened in the car. One moment I was in your car, the next I'm waking up in my bed."
"I put chloroform on a rag and held it to your face, it's as simple as that."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because you don't need to hang out with a monster like me."
"I already told you, you’re not a monster."
"Says who?"
"Me!"
His face twisted into a snarl as he looked me in the eyes.
"What you say means nothing to me. In fact, YOU mean nothing to me. You were just some b!tch I kidnapped that would help me take my mind off things. And you know what, I really need to take my mind off some things right now."
He got closer to my face, his hot breathe hitting my skin and sending shivers down my back.
"Justin, what are you talking about?"
"I need to "destress." Remember when I first kidnapped you? That's what I told you I would do."
"Justin, you’re not thinking straight."
"Yes I am. I know exactly what the f*ck I'm thinking. I need to take my mind off things." He looked down at me, something flashing in his eyes. "And I know how I can do that."
He flung me over his shoulder, carrying me over to his bed. Throwing me down on it, he crawled on top of me, pinning me to the bed. His lips crashed onto mine, his hands wondering up and down my body.
I fought the urge to kiss him back, but part of me was telling me to just go ahead and kiss him back. So, I gave in. Honestly, I think it was the shots from earlier talking.
His hands made their way to the bottom of my dress, hitching his thumb underneath the hem before slowly sliding it up. I tensed up, knowing what he was starting to do. I placed my hands on his chest and tried to push him off me but he was too strong. He got my dress up passed my stomach before working skillfully, slipping it over my head, leaving me in my thong and bra. Reaching down, he undid his belt, throwing it off to the side before sliding his pants off, discarding them off to the side of the bed. He slid his shirt off next, throwing it to the ground with the rest of our clothes.
"Justin... Please stop."
He smirked down at me as he leaned forward, placing open mouthed kisses up and down my neck. His hands traveled down my waist to my thighs, spreading my legs with his hands and placing himself between them. His hands worked their way back up my thighs to my thongs, giving them a tug.
"Justin... Please don't... "
I heard the fabric rip as he slid them off of me. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tensed up, wanting all of this to just stop.
I heard him gasp and then his weight was lifted off my body. Opening my eyes, I saw Justin backing away from me, his back running into the door.
"Parris, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't realize what I was doing. This is why I didn't want you to be around me. You should just go."
He walked over to his clothes scattered on the floor. Sliding his pants back on, he grabbed his shirt and walked out of his room, slipping it on as he went.
I slowly sat up, looking around his room. He almost raped me. Almost, but he didn't. He realized what he was doing and stopped.
I got up, walking over to my dress. Picking it up, I slipped it over my head as I headed for the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I stared at myself, long and hard. If anyone didn't deserve someone, I didn’t deserve Justin.
Walking out of the bathroom, I headed for the door. Opening it, I walked down the stairs, expecting to see the guys in the sitting room but no one was there. Looking towards the front door, I noticed it was wide open. Walking over to it, I peered out of it and saw the guys in the yard, huddled over something. Keeping my eyes on them, I made my way over to them. When I saw what they were surrounding, I gasped, throwing my hand over my mouth. Alex was laying on the ground, his gun in his hand and blood covering his chest.
"Walker's gonna pay for what he did," Riley said, tears streaming down his face.
"What happened?" I was finally able to voice. They all turned to face me, a few of them wiping at their faces.
"He answered the door. We didn't think anything of it till we heard screaming. Even then, we didn't do anything. We thought he was just yelling at some idiot for doing something stupid. Then we heard the shots. We came running out of the house, guns ready but they were already gone, speeding down the road."
I looked down at Alex's lifeless body one last time before looking at each of the guys. Then, I realized Justin wasn't there.
"Where's Justin?"
"I'm right here. What's going on out here?"
We all looked back towards the house to see Justin standing in the doorway.
"Why are you looking at me that way?"
We all stood there, staring at him, not wanting to break the silence. I was the first to speak.
"Justin, I'm so sorry."
"I'm the one who should be sorry. I mean, I almost raped you back there."
I shook my head, placing my hand in front of my mouth as a tear slid down my cheek.
"Justin, Alex is dead," I finally spoke up. Justin immediately froze, staring at me with shocked eyes.
"What? What do you mean he's dead? I just saw him."
This time, Riley spoke up.
"Justin, I'm sorry. It all happened so fast. He had answered the door and got into a heated argument with Walker and his gang. They pulled a gun on him and shot him."
Justin ran over to where we were huddled in the yard. The boys made a path for Justin, giving him space to see his brother.
"No, he can't be dead. He can't be."
"Justin, I'm so sorry," I repeated again.
"Why does this always happen to me? Why do I always have to lose the one's I love?"
Justin stood up, brushing his knee's off before wiping at his face.
"Walker and his gang are going to pay for what they did."
"Your hell right they are," the boy's added in unison.
"Mark. Luke. Take Alex's body to the Lake. You know what to do."
They all kissed their fingers, placing them on their foreheads before raising their hands to the sky. I stared at them, puzzled by what they were doing, but kept quiet.
Mark and Luke, Mark grabbing his hands and Luke grabbing his feet, picked Alex up and carried him towards the house. Everyone watched as they went, nobody saying anything.
Once they were inside the house, I turned and looked at Justin. He was staring at the spot Alex had been laying at, blood staining the grass. I walked over to him, placing a reassuring hand on his back.

"I'm sorry Justin. I really am."
"It wasn't your fault." He took a deep breathe in before turning and looking at me. "I should probably get you home. Come on, let's go."
He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into him, as he led me towards his car. Opening the door for me, I quickly got in and shut the door while Justin went around the car. He got in and sat there for a minute, staring at the dash, before starting the car. We drove in silence all the way to my apartment.
"Thanks for the ride Justin."
"You’re welcome. I'll see ya around. Night."
"Night."
Shutting the door, I walked into the building and took the elevator up to the fifth floor. Walking to my room, I unlocked the door, letting myself in. Making my way to my bedroom, I stripped out of my heels and dress, walking over to my bed and collapsing on top of it. Climbing under the covers, I didn't bother changing into pajamas. I hugged a pillow into me, trying to erase Alex's lifeless body, but it kept haunting me. Eventually, I was able to fall asleep.
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"Parris? Parris sweetie? Wake up."
I kept my eyes shut, trying to figure out why that voice sounded so familiar.
"Parris?"
I peeked out of one eyes to see my old foster mother, Mary, staring down at me.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to visit you and see how you were doing."
"Well, I'm just fine, no thanks to you."
"I'm sorry about last year. But, look at you now. You look better than ever."
"Again, no thanks to you. Anyways, why are you in town?"
"I came to straighten things out with Jason, tell him the truth."
My eyes flew open and I shot up, staring at her.
"What did you just say?"
"I said that I had to come tell Jason the truth."
"Wait, Jason lives here?"
"Yea. We were on our way to visit him when we saw your friend here. We asked her for directions and then we somehow got on the topic of you."
Lizzie peeked out from behind her, smiling a weak smile at me.
"Where does he live?"
"On the outskirts of town in a small house with some other guys. He's in a gang."
"Do you know any of the other guy's names?"
My heart beat picked up and my eyes widened. This can't be happening. My Jason has been so close to me this whole time and I never even knew it.
"I know one of the boy's names is Riley, but I can't remember the others."
"There was a Mark and Luke too," my foster dad, David, piped in.
It all makes sense now. Why Jake called him Jason at the bar, why they had a picture of me on their wall, why Alex looked so familiar. They've been so close to me this whole time and I never even knew it.
"I have to go see him."
"Who?" Mary asked.
"You mean Justin?" Lizzie asked, looking at me.
"There is no Justin. Justin is Jason! He just told me his name was Justin. Why would he do that?"
I jumped out of bed, running over to my closet and throwing on my black tank top and my sweat pants. Running out of the bathroom, I ran over to my window, throwing it open and made my way out. Practically throwing myself down the stairs, I hit the street's running. I ran the full ten minutes to Jason's house, not stopping to catch my breathe. When I got there, I didn't stop to knock, I just let myself in. The guys were sitting in the sitting room when I ran through. They all had a shocked look on their face as I stopped in front of them.
"Where's Jason?" I asked out of breathe.
"He's in his room. What's up? Wait, did you say Jason?" Riley asked, getting up.
I ignored his question and ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. When I got to Justin's room, I barged in and ran over to his bed. Ripping the blankets off of his sleeping body, I began to shake him.
"Get up!"
He shot up in bed, glaring at me.
"What's your problem? I barely got any sleep last night."
"Why?"
"Because I was working on some bombs for..."
"No, not why you barely got any sleep, why you lied to me."

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